Yep, I'm on my high horse again. Neighhhhh!
I just read the following in a Financial Times review of The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby:
[R]ailing against chick-lit, [Jacoby] announces that “in the early sixties, girls headed for the Ivy League were reading Mary McCarthy and Philip Roth, not novels crafted by writers who were still in their teens or barely out of them”.
Thankfully (and, frankly, rather surprisingly), the FT describes this
as "cobwebbed snobbery", but it once again raises the question Diane
asked in her Guardian column last March - why do people assume that chick lit readers only read chick lit?
Related posts: Old timey chick lit bashing | More Maureen Dowd | If it's good it can't be chick lit
