How could one resist such a title as Bitches and Sad Ladies?
Rowan Hisayo Buchanan writes a Last-Book-I-Loved-esque piece in Tin House, musing on the often smoothed over, simplified statuses of women and women writers.
“…[C]ompared to some of the perfect corpses favored by certain graduate school writers—Sexton’s story is clawing for its life.”
