![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But Wurtzel’s characteristically complicated legacy doesn’t stop there. It’s a bittersweet irony, then, that 2020’s first real literary loss should be Elizabeth Wurtzel, a pioneering writer to whom each and every one of those authors owes a debt. The coming few months alone promise Anna Wiener navigating the tech scene and her own desire to please in Uncanny Valley, Sophie Heawood musing on single motherhood in The Hungover Games, Rebecca Solnit on finding her voice in Recollections of My Nonexistence, Samantha Harvey staring down her insomnia in The Shapeless Unease, and Nina Renata Aron’s Good Morning, Destroyer of Men’s Souls: A Memoir of Women, Addiction and Love. ![]() This year looks to be an especially vibrant one for confessional memoirs by women writers. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |