
I have a confession to make. I bought a lot of books last week as part of our Day of Action -- 49, to be exact -- to show my support for the women writers who published in 2009, every last one of them ignored in Publishers' Weekly's Top Ten Books of 2009 list. But I haven't read any of them yet. Yes, it's only been a week. But truth be told I haven't read nearly enough lately. I have a kindergartner and a three-year-old; I started She Writes in June; there are other things. Reading is my great love, and yet I have hardly been doing enough of it.
But reading is what I want to do now, in response to the announcement of the 2009 National Book Award winners on Wednesday night -- all of them, as I am sure you are aware by now, white, and all of them male. Last night I didn't feel like reading. I felt like screaming, and actually contemplated recording a scream and asking all of you to join in. Then I thought, this is boring. This is not useful. This doesn't help me understand it any better, though on some level, and I will stick by this no matter what anyone says, I don't have to read the nominated books to know that it is impossible that books by white men were just "better" than books by everyone else this year, and in so many other years, and that that's all there is to this.
On the other hand, I had the honor of attending the National Book Awards last year with my friend and mentor Marilyn Yalom, and that evening I met Maxine Hong Kingston, who was being recognized for a lifetime of achievement, and saw Mary Jo Bang, who had been part of the judging committee for poetry, and cried when Annette Gordon Reed, a black woman and the author of the superb book "The Hemingses of Monticello," won the award for nonfiction. The late Diane Middlebrook, also my mentor and the guiding spirit of She Writes, judged the nonfiction award in 2004, and I am certain if she were with me, she would tell me to refrain from judging the judges until I'd read the work carefully myself. I am also well aware that two of the five judges for fiction this year, for example, were women (Jennifer Egan and Lydia Millet), and that the nominees were diverse even if the winners were not. Gloria Feldt, in the midst of writing a book about women and power, shared a quote with me recently from Boss Tweed: "I don't care who does the electing, so long as I get to do the nominating." Women writers I greatly admire took part in the nominating and the awarding this year, and the women I know who have done it in the past have done it with integrity, honesty, passion and care. I'd like to honor their efforts as well.
So while I know it's a flawed list, as all lists are, I am going to start by reading the novels nominated in 2009 for the National Book Award. And then I'm going to blog here on She Writes about what I think of them. I am going to ask all of you to join me in this, and I am going to organize discussions on She Writes about what we find.
Will you read with me?
I plan to start, happily, with
Lark And Termite, by Jayne Anne Phillips, and then go, a bit more grudgingly I'll admit, to this year's winner,
Let The Great World Spin, by Column McCann. And I will work my way forward from there. If you have read these books already, great. If you haven't, consider reading them in the spirit of fairness, inquiry, and yes, protest. We will be announcing live chats and forums on She Writes to share our responses and our thoughts. More to come on when and where.
For now, I'll sign off, and do the thing I love to do most in the world: read. And I hope you will, too.
Warm best, and more soon,
Kamy
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