Her desk is a vast white door, repurposed from a building where secret suffrage meetings had taken place. Four years later, Greer calls the number and gets a job at the new feminist nonprofit Faith has founded, with backing from a questionable venture capitalist. This small violence ignites her political awakening, but it’s meeting second-wave feminist icon Faith Frank, author of such books as The Female Persuasion (and, in recent years, less influential sequels including, oh God, The Email Persuasion), a woman who’s “a couple of steps down from Gloria Steinem in fame”, that gives her earnest ambition some focus.įaith hands her an embossed business card, and Greer holds on to it as “a reminder not to stay hot-faced and tiny-voiced”. It’s 2006, and Greer Kadetsky is at her first college party when a frat boy reaches into her top and twists her breast, hard. Meg Wolitzer’s 11th novel sympathetically satirises this complicated landscape of contemporary feminism, while also pressing knowingly against these bruises. Then there was work, and the pill, and sexual liberation, which was all great, and today there’s #MeToo, and Beyoncé, and something else – something like a sinking feeling: a realisation that these might have been a series of battles won, rather than the war promised. W here are we right now? With feminism and all that? There was the vote.
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