A review by sausome
Eight Girls Taking Pictures by Whitney Otto

2.0

This book had lots of potential, I thought ... photography through the ages, across the world, through the female artist's eye ... and it did all this, sure, but really every woman's story was how her life was affected/changed/thwarted/overpowered/distracted/overshadowed, etc. by romantic entanglements with men. Men men men. Men were the photographers, women assisted, or modeled. Men worked, women photographers ultimately resigned themselves to marriage, kids, and "hobby" photography, maybe. So sad. So uninteresting. Couldn't just one of the women -- ONE -- said "Ef-the M(m)an! I'm in love with my art! My photography! and I will pursue it until the ends of the earth!" I'm not saying every person did this, obviously the real life problem is how male artists have been viewed as Artists, women equal crafters or hobby-ists, but not Artists in the ways that men are. Sigh. I do, however, LOVE the cover.