The Professor and Other Writings

Literary non-fiction is the most self-indulgent of all styles of literature. Really, does anybody care about some writer’s (lesbian) lovelife, vacations, or taste in art? Terry Castle redeems the inherent self-indulgence of the genre, but only just. She actually has interesting taste in music, drops literary references in a way that makes the reader feel more cultured, and the lesbian-ness of the bad relationships makes them a little more enjoyable. The wordcrafting is good, and occasionally sparkling, and what the hell, everybody likes lesbians.

((I only mention lesbians, because that’s about the frequency at which Terry Castle mentions her sexuality))