Posts Tagged: simone de beauvoir
To write is to be liberate oneself. Untrue. To write is to change nothing.
Writing for the Guardian, Rafia Zakaria tells us about Violette Leduc: discovered by Simone de Beauvoir and published by Albert Camus, Leduc, the sexually explicit lesbian feminist, was largely unread even in her prime though has always been critically hailed, and her situation today is not much different....more
At Flavorwire, Sarah Bakewell shares an excerpt from At the Existentialist Café. In the excerpt, Bakewell looks at Simone de Beauvoir’s writing of The Second Sex—for Bakewell, the most important book to come out of existentialism, a hugely important feminist tome that began with a wild-looking de Beauvoir sitting at a writing desk unsure of what to put down....more
Desperate stuff, all about sex. Some fella called Simon de Beaver. It’s called existentialism.
The Independent’s John Walsh sat down to interview Sarah Bakewell about At the Existentialist Café: Freedom, Being, and Apricot Cocktails, her book about the lives, influences, and impact of that wacky French bunch, the Existentialists....more
Over at Huffington Post, Colton Valentine has curated a collection of Simone De Beauvoir’s archetypes for people in accordance with their loss of childhood from her Ethics of Ambiguity—and applied them to our dating lives. From those too focused on the careers they hate to those who can’t sit still and demand to go hiking or base-jumping, and the mystical one who saw the meaningless of life and became humanist perfection, these archetypes are more accurate than we want them to be, and beg the question: Oh god which one am I?...more
Feminism needs stronger language to combat violence against women, argues Jacqueline Rose in the Guardian. Fourth-wave feminism must confront the issue of male-on-female violence globally, crafting new language “that allows women to claim their place in the world.” She points to various forms of violent oppression women face regularly, from genital mutilation to rape as weapons of war....more
There’s a black and white photo in which the poet Stanley Kunitz lovingly holds Gerald Stern’s cheeks in both hands. It’s 1990. They’re looking into one another, and Kunitz says, “You’re the wilderness in American poetry.”...more