The Wife and I are watching the HBO limited series adaptation of Gillian Flynn’s novel, Sharp Objects. Concurrently, I am reading said novel. I have to say I am thoroughly enjoying and engrossed in both. My interest sparked curiosity about the book’s author, and as I reviewed some of her biography, I was struck by her unique (to me) view of feminism. One might reject the claim based on the depiction of her female characters, but Flynn identifies herself as a feminist.
I’m in the process of writing a short piece attempting to articulate my understanding of Flynn’s personal philosophy. However, given the nature of the topic and the volatile political and social climate in which we all currently find ourselves, this piece is one on which I want to take my time. I want to get it right, because though I understand (I think) and respect feminism as a philosophy of empowerment, I think Flynn’s own views, which might seem contrary at first blush, have merit as well.
So, all that being said, expect the short essay to be featured in the near future.
By the way, I was listening to the radio the other day when I heard a term I don’t believe or remember having heard before: feminazi. But that is a topic for another day. One in which we might explore various societal permissions and taboos inherent in the disparate gulf we have allowed to widen between how we label specific classes and groups of people and how those same classes and groups choose to self-identify. In some instances, double-standards may apply.
Note: I recognize such a topic may stray from the focus on the weird for which I have striven to create this space. However, whenever we can delve deeper into and gain a clearer understanding of the psychologies and driving forces of real people, the fruits of such an exploration can and should help those of us who claim to be writers better our craft and deepen the characters who populate our stories.