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The Geek Feminist Revolution by Kameron Hurley
4.0
There was a lot to like, and there was a lot to dislike here.
Kameron Hurley guides readers behind the scenes of the sci-fi fantasy writing world. The Geek Feminist Revolution is less a review of all things nerdy from a feminist perspective and more insights on the responsibility Hurley has as a writer to herself, her fans, and her detractors.
To that end: I adore her grit and sheer determination to make it in a difficult industry. To make it in a difficult industry as a female writer. To make it in a difficult industry as a female writer and as an intersectional feminist following the likes of le Guin or Attwood. I love her attitudes on dealing with harassment, her staunch support of other writers in the field, and her capability to mentally juggle her life as a stable provocateur.
But the repetition of her ancedotes to her books, her job outside of novels, or her life in South Africa/Alaska was a circuitous persuit of tutology. Her quick reference to an important caveat in her essay without fully exploring it or connecting it back to the novice reader was off-putting. It made me feel less like a paid audience member and more like a gate crasher fumbling around to be inconspicuous.
There is no doubt Hurley is a good writer. But I think she can still hone her essay craft.
Kameron Hurley guides readers behind the scenes of the sci-fi fantasy writing world. The Geek Feminist Revolution is less a review of all things nerdy from a feminist perspective and more insights on the responsibility Hurley has as a writer to herself, her fans, and her detractors.
To that end: I adore her grit and sheer determination to make it in a difficult industry. To make it in a difficult industry as a female writer. To make it in a difficult industry as a female writer and as an intersectional feminist following the likes of le Guin or Attwood. I love her attitudes on dealing with harassment, her staunch support of other writers in the field, and her capability to mentally juggle her life as a stable provocateur.
But the repetition of her ancedotes to her books, her job outside of novels, or her life in South Africa/Alaska was a circuitous persuit of tutology. Her quick reference to an important caveat in her essay without fully exploring it or connecting it back to the novice reader was off-putting. It made me feel less like a paid audience member and more like a gate crasher fumbling around to be inconspicuous.
There is no doubt Hurley is a good writer. But I think she can still hone her essay craft.