If you have read VS Naipaul’s recent interview posted in The Guardian, you are aware and likely perplexed, annoyed, outraged or amused by his banal comments regarding women writers, their lack of mastery in the home and in the world of letters, and the sentimental “feminine tosh” they inevitably produce.
While you might stand in awe of his ability to determine the gender of a writer in two paragraphs or less, you might also find a tinge of dismay colouring the now setting sun of your once shining belief that we had in fact moved past the 19th-century in our appreciation of categories of gender.
VS Naipaul stated that he means no harm, but he has also clarified he is not a fan of the species known as the woman writer. For those who respect and love writing and literature, regardless of gender on either side of the reader-writer equation, it hurts to find a discussion of the art so reduced in nature.
There is really only one thing left to do when one’s (he)art is broken: write a love letter.
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