Natalie Angier, Woman: An Intimate Geography
The theme of my life tends to be that I’m the one dude in a group of women, and this was thrown into sharp relief when my book club chose this book to read next. I wasn’t as personally affected by it as my friends were, obviously. I found the exuberant writing style to be a bit much at times, as I thought it distracted from the interesting and often important information Angier was conveying.
Too much of the book was spent dispensing with various strawmen from evolutionary psychology and the like. That said, the tone, the style, and the language served the rousing final chapter well. I’m glad I read it.
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Hmm. This does not sound the same as the response you had while reading it. Perhaps you feel that, as a man, you can’t criticize the book as much as you would like? Or perhaps talking with people at book club softened your opinion?
I didn’t read it (though I might). But the excerpts I read made me want to roll my eyes right out of my head. Love the science; hate the touchy-feely ovum-as-sun crap.