Just when you think that another pimple on the ass of time has finally been lanced from public conciousness, it festers up again. We had to read The Bell Jar in english class in 1967, just after it came out in the U.S.
The feminist movement was a small kernel just taking form at the time and the english teacher was into that sort of thing. It was a glaringly mind-numbing and all around boring waste of ink and paper. It is one of the reasons that I hold literary critics, many writers and english teachers in such low regard and I never give any of them any notice.
Who cares about the theory? I was once asked by my college english prof why I thought that William Faulkner wrote a particular novel at the time that he did. My response was that he wrote it to have money to buy his next case of booze as he was a raging alcoholic. She responded like she was gut shot.
It doesn’t remember why something was created but how good it was.