On the whole, most biographies about literary women tend to diagnose them.

I think the female first-person is still dismissed, demonized, especially if the book does not end on an empowering note, especially if the main character is perceived as unlikeable, or too privileged.

The memoir by women, read by female readers, is considered a market form, not "great literature."

She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.

I'm exposing faultlines, dealing especially with rhetoric. Showing that heterosexuality is a disease, or at least its inheritance.

Patriarchy is having the power to name.

I don't think men experience the embargo on channeling the autobiography in their literature.