Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

Jane Austen, Mansfield Park. So, I haven't grown into Austen. I hate every single fucking useless person in this book.

Jenny Ofill, Dept. of Speculation

Jenny Ofill, Dept. of Speculation. Eh. I could really not care about marriage novels. And I'm sick of "having a child destroys female artist" stories. Liked the term "art monster", though. She should have done it. Been an art monster. A parent who does what they love, even obsessively, even if that takes away time, is a better parent than a depressed and resentful parent hovering constantly and non-functionally. And the kid would be better off for a bit of benign neglect.  Love your kids. Keep them alive. They'll be fine. (Reaction got personal, I guess.)