I’ve been addicted to reading this book I found on the ground in Park Slope. It is called “Small Changes” by Marge Piercy.
I picked it up because apparently it is an “explosive novel of women struggling to make their place in a man’s world.” But really I just needed a new book to read. (I was tired of borrowing Ben’s iPod just to listen to the same two albums over and over while I was riding the subway.)
The front cover of my copy is missing. And it just dawned on me this morning to look up the book online and see what the cover art looks like.
It is very interesting and sometimes infuriating. I’m finding myself relating to it a lot. (Personal reasons.) But then, I have always related to feminist texts. Most of them anyway.
One more reason I decided to start reading the book is because I used to own a copy of Piercy’s poetry book, “The Moon Is Always Female”.
I don’t remember the poems too well, but it was lent to me (and I never gave it back) by this girl I went on 2.5 dates with in college. I remember on our last date—the .5 one—I took her to go see Erase Errata because I love that band and they were in town.
About a quarter of the way through their set, she leans in closer to me and whispers, “I’m going to have to question your taste in music…”
Right. Whatever. End of date.
Well, Erase Errata is playing at Glasslands in Brooklyn this Sunday, and I’m definitely going. And I am going to have a good time.
The moon is always female, remember.