Around age twenty-five, I had the blunt experience of looking at my bookshelves and noticing that my bookshelves were filled almost exclusively with books by men. Which was fine, I wasn’t going to get in a rage about it, I loved those books that I had read. But I was unsettled, since my bookshelves meant either there were no good books by women, or I had somehow read in such a way as to avoid them all.

Rivka Galchen, “The Only Thing I Envy Men,” an excerpt from the author’s forthcoming book

Posted on 3/21/2016
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