This book is taking me forever to read. It’s very interesting, especially the first essay where Solnit explains where she got the name for the book, but good lord, after that it’s all over the place. She talks about everything and in doing so talks about nothing. I skipped over the essay where she compared all of her other works (none of which had anything to do with feminism) to various Virginia Woolf quotes to make them seemingly about feminism.
I really had higher hopes for this book because Neil Gaiman was such a supporter of it when it first came out. The bits that were relevant to the topic have been extremely interesting. The rest…meh.