Our guest hoyden today is Tasmanian author Tansy Rayner Roberts, who has the second book of her fantasy trilogy released today! woot!
I can’t remember not knowing who Jean Marsh was.
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Our guest hoyden today is Tasmanian author Tansy Rayner Roberts, who has the second book of her fantasy trilogy released today! woot!
I can’t remember not knowing who Jean Marsh was.
Chally has a memorial post up on Feministe. Wynne-Jones’ own bio is on her Chrestomanci Castle website …
… they’d never greenlight tosh like Atlas Shrugged: Part 1 (part one!)
It’s to honour Jules Verne. Interactive steampunk ahoy!
Items of interest come across recently in my feed-reader – an even broader mix than usual this time around. What did I miss? Leave your own interesting links in comments.
Pippi is everything I wanted to be as a child but didn’t know how – outrageous, loud, anti-authoritarian, strong, free-spirited, messy, generous, powerful, and brutally honest. She is self-sufficient, thinks “ladylike” is a loud of hooey, and is an efficient dispenser of justice to bullies. Her shoes are too big, her clothes are a mess, she can lift a horse over her head, and nobody knows what to do with her. What’s not to like?
You readers who frequent here, I need your help. My friend and her husband are immigrants and they are raising their Australian-born children here. My friend is open-hearted but after almost a decade of living here she has reached a… Read More ›
Like all good evolutionary psychologists who focus on gender, Don hasn’t bothered to talk to any actual *whispers* women. Especially not to any women who write and/or study this, erm, *whispers* smut. Because women can’t define their own experience, can’t tell their own stories, can’t have any useful insights into their own motivations. Because women’s fan academia doesn’t really exist in any meaningful sense, not until chest-beaters come along and put their stamp of Knowledge onto it. Because women’s culture is there to be picked apart with tweezers and analysed with a touch of distanced fascination, a modicum of distaste, and a whopping serve of wilful ignorance. For lo, he has Teh Magick Testicles of Perspicacity. Here, let him show you them.
Am I saving myself as much time and possible grief as I think I am when I refuse to read their blog if I click on a commentor’s profile and find that they’ve listed The Da Vinci Code as a favorite book?
via the marvellous Karen Healey at Attention Rebellious Jezebels, news of the December Lights Project, promising “Short stories to light up the winter season…”: