>While I was running yesterday in the glorious weather (ha ha, I know) I came upon a woman walking her dog, a little cattle-dog mix-thing. Hyper but cute. The dog was desperate to come over to me and say hello, so I stopped and played with her for a minute. The woman started talking to the dog: “Yes! Yes! You like him ’cause he looks like your grandfather! Yes!” She then explained that she meant her father of course, like that made anything any better.
I felt . . . seasoned again this morning while pawing through the review carts, and remembering when a book about anorexia (Deborah Hautzig’s Second Star to the Right) or lesbian mothers (some Norma Klein novel) was still cause for comment–and review–simply by virtue of its subject. So is it a good thing or a bad thing that books on such topics can now pass unremarked?