Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer Book

Liked the first half a lot, not so much the second.2.5 stars overall
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I was super enjoying this book until I hit page 132 and this:

" . . . eavesdrop on the conversation taking place beside us, via cellphone, between the woman we see and someone distant . . . with whom she was vulgarly, spectacularly angry."

And that's the thing, isn't it? For a woman to be angry, and to express it, is vulgar. It's right up there with "a lady should never be surprised." We should be in control of our emotions and, if we express displeasure, it should be in a calm, moderate, logical way, that embraces our femininity and class, and never makes the other person feel bad for a second.

Well, fuck that. Be angry. Be vulgar. Get upset. Ugly-cry if you want to. I'll hold your purse and hand you tissues, and please do the same for me.