But the thing that struck me most deeply was the plaintive, painful idea that if she could just finish the book, secure an agent and sell the fucking thing to a major publisher, that she would have something to show for herself and would therefore be okay.
Right. As everyone knows, the way to really be OK is to be an actor.
In the 1920s, the French brought the first writers from Asia to Europe, often installing them in cafés. Recently, there have been news stories about writers growing to well over 200 pounds and becoming aggressive or uncontrollable.
Gosh-darn French. Shoulda left well enough alone.
This is the fine line the DOJ is trying to walk between dictating business terms to publishers and retailers and simply permitting the exact same circumstances to re-emerge after dissolving the contracts tainted under the appearance of collusion.
Trying hard to care about this. Not succeeding.
Even if the story itself doesn’t have a message about the female body within it, readers, especially teen girls who are already bombarded with a sickening number of messages about their bodies thanks to every other media they encounter, the cover is telling them something. It’s further offering up beliefs about the ideal image. It’s not just teen girls getting and internalizing the messages though; teen males are, too. They’re seeing books as gendered and they’re also internalizing those messages, which only continues the cycle. We sell the female body on book covers in a way we don’t on male book covers.
Hard cycle to break when buyers buy stuff that seems to be bad for them.
Entering a play into Wolfram|Alpha, like A Midsummer Night’s Dream, brings up basic information, such as number of acts, scenes, and characters. It also provides more in-depth info like longest word, most frequent words, number of words and sentences, and more.
Finally. I always thought that if we could just figure out the number of sentences in Taming of the Shrew, we could finally crack the mystery of what makes Shakespeare so great.