In an elegant and bracing piece for the New Yorker, recent Rumpus interviewee Adelle Waldman looks at the way men look at women. Beauty isn’t an ornament, either for the women who possess it or the best chroniclers of it. In the novels she discusses, beauty is a character in its own right, and a sinister and foreboding one at that.
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