"Hox is a racing word: it means to hamstring a horse not so brutally that she can’t walk but cleverly so that she can’t run. Society hoxes women and pretends that God, Nature or the genepool designed them lame."
Winterson, Jeanette. (2006). Art [Objects]: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery.
A Gift of Wings, p.20.
"No one asks Iris Murdoch about her sex life. Every interviewer I meet asks me about mine and what they do not ask they invent. I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write."
Winterson, Jeanette. (2006). Art [Objects]: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery.
The Semiotics of Sex, p.104.
"Consequences of misery and breakdown are typical and in a repressive society that pretend to be liberal, misery and breakdown ca be used as subtle punishments for what we no longer dare legislate against. Inability to cope is defined as a serious weakness in a macho culture like ours, but what is inability to cope, except a spasmodic, faint and fainter protest against a closed-in drugged-up life where suburban values are touted as the greatest good?"
Winterson, Jeanette. (2006). Art [Objects]: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery.
The Semiotics of Sex, p.113.
"The question ‘What is your book about?’ has always puzzled me. It is about itself and if I could condense it into other words I should not have taken such care to choose the words I did."
Winterson, Jeanette. (2006). Art [Objects]: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery.
A Work of My Own, p.165.
Since this was a book of essays, I jumped around a lot and skipped the essays that didn’t interest me. Some of the writing was over my head, because I didn’t know the books she was talking about, but it did give me a starting point for possible books to read. This book did influence me starting this blog. I’ve enjoyed reading this book but as I was reading her last essay,
A Work of My Own, I get eager to get done. On Wednesday, I went to the library after work and took out a bunch of books, all of which I a anxious to begin reading. I think I would like to read these essays again after I have familiarized myself with some of the authors, including herself, she has meantioned.
As a side note, I began reading
Orlando by Virginia Woolf and discovered that one of the forewords was written by Jeanette Winterson.