Long, long ago, in 1977, I wrote a book titled About Men. I published it in 1978, almost 50 years ago. I tentatively titled it “All About Men.” Some publishers refused to believe that anyone could write a book about men, not to mention “All” about them. I stooped to conquer. I shortened the title. At the time, many feminists refused to read it. Why was I taking any time to focus on the “other” sex? But it was very widely and positively reviewed...for what that’s worth. In my view, only the first two major chapters hold up. The rest of the book--well, the author is not impressed. What I’m posting is only two of five “chapters,” which comprise the first section.
From Tamara Weissman, via email: "Omg I started to read it because of the mention of my mother - who of course was, as always, right - and continued to read the whole thing because it’s absolutely brilliant. Have many thoughts."
From email: "Phyllis!! This is amazing, beautiful, haunting. Can’t you resurrect this book and republish it in a new ed? Hasn’t its moment arrived?
Please please consider this.
In awe..."
From Tamara Weissman, via email: "Omg I started to read it because of the mention of my mother - who of course was, as always, right - and continued to read the whole thing because it’s absolutely brilliant. Have many thoughts."
Wow! Insight beyond my imagination yet it is story of my life today.