Magnificent Octopus

But something is lost here. While filmed sex seemingly opens up a world of sexual possibility, all too often it shuts down the sexual imagin...

In a man, not liking women is a pose. In a woman, not liking men is a pathology. Sounds a little like Atwood's, "Men are afraid tha...

Writing, I'm convinced, is often nothing but revenge — a way of twirling one's mustache, donning buckler and sword and feathery hat...

On Agnes Martin : Making art seems to have been a kind of meditations for her: she meant her paintings as aids to contemplation — "flo...

In a chapter about feminism, on Dorothy Parker: Finally, through Woollcott, I come face-to-face with the holy Dorothy Parker, who I feel ha...

This summer, a girlfriend asked me in hushed tones if I knew what squirting was, and do I squirt. I didn't know, and I don't (not ye...

Ursula K. Le Guin is a wise woman. No one who has read any of her fiction could come to any another conclusion. No Time to Spare: Thinking...

I found a book at the bookstore, and I wanted it, I wanted it badly. But the more I turned it over, the more I realized I didn't want it...

A friend brought to my attention this wonderful "essay" by Rivka Galchen in the New Yorker, The Only Thing I Envy Men . I write ...