However, I like to read books like that slowly, with pauses for reflection. So when NetGalley offered me a copy of Fear of Flying I figured I’d go for it. I read this book when it first came out in 1973. It quickly became the subject of serious discussion and debate on feminism and sexuality, so of course I had to read it, even though it was clearly just a trashy novel. Like reading Twilight or something.
Erica Jong later complained that people had misinterpreted her use of sex as an extended metaphor and thought she was just writing a smutty book. I thought at the time that she had written a smutty book, been surprised by people’s taking it seriously, and tried to backtrack and pretend it had been intended seriously.
I could be wrong.
In any case, I’m looking forward to reading the book again. I’ve read a lot of stuff since then and had a lot of life experience, and I might find that it’s a completely different experience now.
Here’s a popular quote from the book:
Doesn’t sound all that feminist, does it? I guess perhaps it did in 1973.