We noted a few days ago that the
NYT Book Review had taken the rare step this week in turning over almost two full pages to pro and con letters inspired by Katie Roiphe's recent essay hailing the sex-obsessed male novelists of the '50s and '60s who, shall we say, did not exactly treat women as equals, in and out of bed. But the letters keep arriving
so they've put up even more of them online just now. One sample:
Katie Roiphe is looking in the wrong place if she thinks contemporary writing is devoid of hypersexuality. The dawn of the new written word is taking place online. The Internet is a vast new universe of literary endeavors and raw pornography — one that William Gibson, as opposed to Roth and Updike, might have a better time navigating.
We noted a few days ago that the NYT Book Review had taken the rare step this week in turning over almost two full pages to pro and con letters inspired by Katie Roiphe's recent essay hailing the sex-obsessed male novelists of the '50s and '60s who, shall we say, did not exactly treat women as equals, in and out of bed. But the letters keep arriving so they've put up even more of them online just now. One sample:
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