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The rereading of A Spell for Chameleon continues and it is...not good. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present for your consideration:
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Here's the thing. I can understand writing a character who is immature and breast-obsessed and thinks with his dick. But in this book, it's not just a character. It's all of them. It's the whole world. There is an absolutely unabating objectification and diminution of women in almost every sentence of the book. To the point wherre I don't know how this thing won best first novel except that the judges are so naturalized to that viewpoint that it doesn't clock them as at all wrong that women, in this book, exist to be raped. So I just feel like reading this book is a bit like being in the company of those creepy guys at cons who follow you around and stare at your chest and refuse to talk to you, as if they can't even hear you speaking.
( *hem* this got long )
Here's the thing. I can understand writing a character who is immature and breast-obsessed and thinks with his dick. But in this book, it's not just a character. It's all of them. It's the whole world. There is an absolutely unabating objectification and diminution of women in almost every sentence of the book. To the point wherre I don't know how this thing won best first novel except that the judges are so naturalized to that viewpoint that it doesn't clock them as at all wrong that women, in this book, exist to be raped. So I just feel like reading this book is a bit like being in the company of those creepy guys at cons who follow you around and stare at your chest and refuse to talk to you, as if they can't even hear you speaking.