Stop Getting Mad About Emily Gould’s Novel
Stop Getting Mad About Emily Gould’s Novel:
You know what? F*ck the NYT book review and the ridiculous 11,000 word blog post that I can’t even start reading because it’s so terrible. I’m just going to buy Emily Gould’s novel; at least to spite the assholes, at most because hey, I might enjoy it.
She’s not the best writer in the world, but she’s not so bad as to deserve the vitriol. I enjoyed her essay I shared earlier this year.
And lets be freaking honest. If she started her career 20 years older (or, probably, 5-10 years older and male, or possibly just male), *none* of the pretty awful reactions to her or her writing would be around.
