Aw jeez. Mlle. Tepper. Yes indeed.

I met her about 15, 16 years ago, maybe a bit longer - Nebula awards in LA, whenever that was. I liked her first book - forget the title now - and said so. We got into a discussion of feminism and she basically got on my case about how I couldn't be a feminist because what was I doing with all that makeup and those high heels? (Not her words, but her argument.) I said I felt strongly that any woman who doesn't get that dressing up as a celebration of one's own body is pure feminism needed to go home and think about it.

I haven't read any more of her. Did I miss anything? Someone said something about using a hammer, which is how I remember the conversation.

Aside from its major flaws, a total retcon..

TB, the fourth book, you mean? Not the series, I hope. I loved the first two - Hollow Hills and Crystal Cave - with a stone passion.

Sometimes I think Philip Pullman is C.S. Lewis reincarnated. They have many of the same strengths and flaws as writers, just coming from opposite ends of the spectrum on religious opinion. To judge from interviews, Pullman is completely blind to this.

I second the vote for Judith Merkle Riley. Her books are tremendously engaging and not effortful reading at all.

I couldn't be a feminist because what was I doing with all that makeup and those high heels?

Where is Eddie Izzard when you need him?

There were bits of The Gate to Women's Country that I found interesting, but the premise made me angry to the point of irrationality. I can't even read her YA stuff anymore.

There were bits of The Gate to Women's Country that I found interesting, but the premise made me angry to the point of irrationality.

Yes. Hence the snarling little argument in LA.

Right now, I'm reading very little; I generally don't when I'm writing steadily. But I am doing two books: I'm rereading Thornyhold (speaking of Mary Stewart), a book that makes me extremely happy. And I'm reading a book Beth's DH lent me, about the blues and folk revival in the sixties UK: Dazzling Stranger: Bert Jansch and the British Folk and Blues Revival, by Colin Harper. It's wonderful and for me, it's like an artesian well of info and memories combined.

Sherri Tepper's Grass is good. I liked The Gate to Women's Country. Even though I don't buy the premise, the book was explicitly about male-female relationships, so I thought her biases worked fine in it artistically. When it got to the point that it appeared that Tepper was capable of writing a book that argued that electricity would be better if women ran power plants and were electricians, I pretty much gave up on her.

I gave up on her around the sleeping beauty rework that explained that anybody who read horror novels was complicit in child abuse, rape, and all the horrors of the culture.

That makes the sense that's not. But I have seen movies that made me feel like that, truly.

Yeesh. Now I'm sorry I mentioned Tepper and revealed my poor taste. I am so much more comfortable when I don't post.

Nope, not your fault KB Sounds like a new hidden camera special "When Good Writers Go Insane" Patricia Cornwell, babe, you're on for next week.

Katerina, why on earth? It isn't poor taste - I'm not sure there's any such thing as poor taste.

I love Charlotte McLeod, light foofy mysteries with cute characters and preposterous plots. She has about as much nutrition as a popcorn container. I adore her and pimp her to people. Poor taste? Who cares?

You started a discussion about what people like and don't like about a particular author. This is a good thing, not a bad one.