Clarity is not accessibility.
Accessibility is not simplistic.
Brevity isn’t minimalism.
Oblique is often too much distance.
Less is not always more.
Excess is not experimental.
One room needs to be in relation to the next.
Quantity is not quality.
Distillation takes time.
Ideas in abundance are not enough.
Murky is not mysterious.
Language isn’t firm.
Words aren’t sentences.
A language event is not story but a story requires both event and language.
Under genius one discovers structure.
A paragraph should mean something.
There is no detail too small.
Difficult is more often undercooked.
Action leads to action in language doesn’t mean slapstick or stock.
A meander can have force and intention.
One aside should lead to another.
An end is more often a pause.
Mud is mud is mud.
Firestone was buried, in a traditional Orthodox funeral, in a Long Island cemetery, where her maternal grandparents are interred. Ten male relatives made up a minyan. None of her feminist comrades were invited. “At the end of the day, the old-time religion asserted itself,” Tirzah said. Ezra gave a eulogy. He lives in Brooklyn, where he works as an insurance salesman, but he hadn’t spoken to Shulamith in years, and he broke down several times as he told how she, more than anyone else in the family, had tended to him as a child and taught him compassion. He recalled a story she told him when he was a boy, about a man on a train who realized that he had dropped a glove on the platform and, as the train left the station, dropped the other glove from the window, so that someone could have a pair. Then he lamented Shulamith’s “tragic” failure to make a “good marriage” and have children “who would be devoted to her.”
When Tirzah’s turn came to give a eulogy, she addressed Ezra. “I said to him, ‘Excuse me, but with all due respect, Shulie was a model for Jewish women and girls everywhere, for women and girls everywhere. She had children—she influenced thousands of women to have new thoughts, to lead new lives. I am who I am, and a lot of women are who they are, because of Shulie.’ ” ♦
Susan Faludi: How Shulamith Firestone Shaped Feminism : The New Yorker
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