The harsh vision of marriage in Marilyn French's The Women's Room looks cartoon-like today. But the first bestselling novel to emerge from 1970s feminism still strikes a chord.
You become older than the books that influence you, and it is as difficult not to patronise them as it is not to patronise your younger self. At the same time, it is impossible not to feel it was a better self that was once capable of being so horrified that it vowed to do better. But the turning-point experiences - Uncle Tom's Cabin, Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, Cathy Come Home, Bob Geldof and Live Aid - even when they are recent, seem to belong to a distant era.
Time leaches the spontaneity from our outrage. In the private world, no presentation of the ordinary life of ordinary people is likely to shock again in the way Marilyn French's novel, The Women's Room, did, that grim parable of the pain that attends the relations between women and men as they are worked out in marriage - specifically the "separate roles" marriage of the aspiring white middle class, in the couple of decades after the second world war. There is unlikely to be another so grandly accusatory.
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