Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women [NOOK Book]

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No one better understands the desire to be bad than Elizabeth Wurtzel.

Bitch is a brilliant tract on the history of manipulative female behavior. By looking at women who derive their power from their sexuality, Wurtzel offers a trenchant cultural critique of contemporary gender relations. Beginning with Delilah, the first woman to supposedly bring a great man down ...
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Overview

No one better understands the desire to be bad than Elizabeth Wurtzel.

Bitch is a brilliant tract on the history of manipulative female behavior. By looking at women who derive their power from their sexuality, Wurtzel offers a trenchant cultural critique of contemporary gender relations. Beginning with Delilah, the first woman to supposedly bring a great man down (latter-day Delilahs include Yoko Ono, Pam Smart, Bess Myerson), Wurtzel finds many biblical counterparts to the men and women in today's headlines.

In five brilliant extended essays, she links the lives of women as demanding and disparate as Amy Fisher, Hillary Clinton, Margaux Hemingway, and Nicole Brown Simpson. Wurtzel gives voice to those women whose lives have been misunderstood, who have been dismissed for their beauty, their madness, their youth.

She finds in the story of Amy Fisher the tragic plight of all Lolitas, our thirst for their brief and intense flame. She connects Hemingway's tragic suicide to those of Sylvia Plath, Edie Sedgwick, and Marilyn Monroe, women whose beauty was an end, ultimately, in itself. Wurtzel, writing about the wife/mistress dichotomy, explains how some women are anointed as wife material, while others are relegated to the role of mistress. She takes to task the double standard imposed on women, the cultural insistence on goodness and society's complete obsession with badness: what's a girl to do? Let's face it, if women were any real threat to male power, "Gennifer Flowers would be sitting behind the desk of the Oval Office," writes Wurtzel, "and Bill Clinton would be a lounge singer in the Excelsior Hotel in Little Rock."

Bitch tells a tale both celebratory and cautionary as Wurtzel catalogs some of the most infamous women in history, defending their outsize desires, describing their exquisite loneliness, championing their take-no-prisoners approach to life and to love. Whether writing about Courtney Love, Sally Hemings, Bathsheba, Kimba Wood, Sharon Stone, Princess Di--or waxing eloquent on the hideous success of The Rules, the evil that is The Bridges of Madison County, the twisted logic of You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again--Wurtzel is back with a bitchography that cuts to the core. In prose both blistering and brilliant, Bitch is a treatise on the nature of desperate sexual manipulation and a triumph of pussy power.
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Editorial Reviews

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The Barnes & Noble Review
Bitch, Elizabeth Wurtzel's second book, was written over the course of a year in which she lived in four different apartments, three hotels, one seamy residential motel, and two houses. But the book is anything but transient. In luminescent prose, Wurtzel takes to task a double standard imposed on women: the cultural insistence on goodness and society's complete obsession with badness.

No one understands the desire to be bad more than Elizabeth Wurtzel. Bitch is a brilliant tract on the history of manipulative female behavior. By looking at women who derive their power from their sexuality, Wurtzel offers a trenchant cultural critique of contemporary gender relations. Beginning with Delilah, the first woman to supposedly bring a great man down (latter-day Delilahs include Yoko Ono, Pam Smart, and Bess Myerson), Wurtzel finds many biblical counterparts to the men and women in today's headlines. In five brilliant essays, she links the lives of women as demanding and disparate as Amy Fisher, Hillary Clinton, Margaux Hemingway, and Nicole Brown Simpson. Wurtzel gives voice to those women whose lives have been misunderstood, who have been dismissed for their beauty, their madness, their youth. She finds in the story of Amy Fisher the tragic plight of all Lolitas, our thirst for their brief and intense flame. She connects Hemingway's tragic suicide to those of Sylvia Plath, Edie Sedgwick, and Marilyn Monroe, women whose beauty was ultimately an end in itself. Writing about the wife/mistress dichotomy, Wurtzel explains how some women are anointed wife material whileothersare relegated to the role of mistress.

Both celebratory and cautionary, Bitch catalogues some of the most infamous women in history, defending their outsize desires, describing their exquisite loneliness, and championing their take-no-prisoners approach to life and to love. Whether writing about Courtney Love, Sally Hemings, Bathsheba, Kimba Wood, Sharon Stone, or Princess Di — or waxing eloquent on the hideous success of The Rules, the evil that is The Bridges of Madison County, the twisted logic of You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again — Wurtzel is back with a bitchography that cuts to the core.

BUST Magazine
You've probably already heard all about this book, in which Elizabeth Wurtzel takes up the cause of the bitch, tracing her history from biblical times to modern day. But what you may not have heard is that the book is good....Even if you don't agree with Wurtzel's conclusions, I guarantee that you will never view news stories about women the same way again.
Library Journal
There is little praise for women in Wurtzel's hyperbolic rant about "bad girls" and their relationship to Western society. Indeed, hip turns of phrase frequently replace logic in this often smug and overwritten screed. In her defense, Wurtzel (Prozac Nation, LJ 8/94) has taken on a huge project, and every now and again she introduces a startling insight about how women manipulate situations to control their lives. Her look at the biblical tale of Samson and Delilah is particularly instructive in elucidating the history of our reaction to the alluringly repulsive femme fatale. Likewise, her presentation of both mythic and real women who flaunt their "pussy power" makes for provocative reading. Nonetheless, nearly a quarter of the book focuses on Nicole Brown Simpson (who few would call a "difficult woman") and is shockingly mean-spirited. While she lambastes the Simpson jury as "just plain stupid," we never learn how she knows what the jury did not: that O.J. killed Nicole. Since she was not in the courtroom, her cavalier dismissal of the verdict rankles and casts doubt on her other arguments. Worse, she seems to believe that violence is endemic to being "crazy in love," and her writing romanticizes the black eye and slapped cheek as proof of passionate involvement. In addition, Wurtzel completely ignores lesbiansan odd omission since the expression of Sapphic love represents a blatant rejection of "good girl" normsand dismisses the happily single, writing that "it would be easier to eliminate racism or end poverty or cure illiteracy or dethrone Fidel Castro than it would to make girls stop wanting to be brides." Recommended only as catalyst for debate. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/97.]Eleanor J. Bader, New School for Social Research, New York
Lily Burana
I was so hungry for this book. Bitch has been hyped as a text that would examine the way women are punished for misbehavior that would seem merely piquant in men, how female sexuality and credibility are seen as mutually exclusive and how women have -- and haven't -- "gotten away with it." Ah, would that it were so.

Wurtzel is the Marisa Tomei of literature: a cute, bright girl who has invoked wrath not because she has the audacity to be unashamedly cute and bright, but because she plays up the cuteness (winsome waif on the cover of her first book, Prozac Nation; glammed out, topless and middle finger aloft on the cover of Bitch) while creating mediocre works that those less attractive, less connected or simply less lucky probably couldn't dream of seeing so richly rewarded. She's seen as someone who skates by, an ugly reminder that life isn't fair and success isn't based on merit. People play on her self-absorption and problematic personality, too, but talent tends to obviate those things. Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath were forgiven their trespasses (as are Philip Roth and the rest of the boys) because they wrote like motherfuckers. The dismissal of Miss Liz isn't unchangeable; all Wurtzel would have to do to shut everybody up is write a really great book. Unfortunately, she hasn't.

Bitch should have been subtitled "In Praise of the Semicolon." Instead of the brilliant treatise that would silence Wurtzel's detractors, it's a fury of lists, signifying little. Wurtzel confessed in Newsweek that she had a drug problem during the time that she was writing the book, and the speed clearly drives the text. It jitterbugs from one woman stranded on society's sexual barbed wire -- Courtney! Delilah! Lolita! Margaux! Hillary! -- to another, all rat-a-tat cultural citations interjected with moments of great craft and observation, then squeals off on some really looooong tangent that ends with a recitation of a commercial jingle or song lyric that confuses the point.

Hey, Liz, where you going with that gun in your hand? The women that Wurtzel ruminates about include, among others, Nicole Brown Simpson and Amy Fisher. Why? Is Amy Fisher anyone's idea of a "bitch"? She's a confused kid from Long Island with a felonious approach to resolving her inner conflicts. Wouldn't Aileen Wuornos make a more interesting "bitch"? She at least chose her targets correctly. She felt helpless at the hands of men, so she attacked men. Fisher felt helpless at the hands of one man, so she shot his wife. And what about Tonya Harding? Unfortunately, Wurtzel focuses almost entirely on bitches vis-a-vis men. Bitch-against-bitch isn't in her sights.

The reader gets so ground down by this book's poorly presented arguments and solipsism, one's own inner bitch is tempted to wield the lash, especially when Wurtzel's sharp prose ends up nullified by cattiness. When, in trying to point out that Hillary Clinton gets short shrift, she writes, "The First Lady earns less than her secretary...The First Lady earns less than you do. And she has thick calves," one wants to scream at the cover picture, "Damn, honey, no one's gonna confuse you with a beauty queen, either." Bitch begets bitchiness.

While supposedly celebrating women who call their own shots, to whatever effect, Wurtzel moans that the fate of a woman is to be at the mercy of the big bad man's world and her own biological clock. It doesn't quite work that way. Men may have the lion's share of the money and control, yet nonetheless they're extremely vulnerable to their desires. If it weren't so, the "femme fatale" would be archetype non grata.

Count on this book to raise some interesting issues, but don't expect any fresh or deep conclusions about them. I'm confident that Wurtzel has a great book in her, but she needs a forceful editor and all her wits about her to pull it off. Bitch is little more than occasional short puffs of fresh air in a long exercise in frustration for the reader (and, apparently, the writer). But I will grant her this: She has very pretty tits.
Salon

Karen Lehrman
...one of the more honest, insightful and witty books on the subject of women to have come along in a while.
New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
The epithet "bitch" has no male equivalent, and Wurtzel explains this inequity in a series of overgrown essays that swings from insightful to banal. At its best, Wurtzel's discursive style is akin to soapbox oratory. Studying women throughout history, from Delilah to Zelda Fitzgerald, who have gained influence by using their sexuality to manipulate men and events, Wurtzel points out that this path has often been "the only option" for women seeking "to be both powerful and sexy." But a woman who uses sex appeal to gain power is also likely to be dismissed, vilified, or, at the very least, labeled dangerous or difficult. But while there's some thoughtful analysis, a lot of entertaining information, and a good deal of clever writing, the book digresses too often from its central notion to persuade any but the already converted that the world can't handle difficult women. Indeed, it appears that what has proven most difficult for bitches has been handling their own power. Wurtzel identifies with their difficult choices and suffering and helps us empathize, yet her attitude toward the women she chooses to study often seems ambivalent. Expositions on desire, anger, sex, and madness figure throughout this serpentine analysis. Mostly her message gets bogged down in a tangle of bitching. As in her previous work, Prozac Nation (1994), Wurtzel generalizes from her own experience. To rephrase a Muriel Rukeyser poem she cites, the world would not split open if one woman told the truth about her life. "It would more likely derogate such `truth' by reducing it to no more than a silly girl's excessive emotionalism," Wurtzel writes, taking a preemptive strike at her detractors. At its worst, thebook becomes an extended defense of Wurtzel's own recalcitrant "bad" behavior. Wurtzel's talent for provocative prose and sexy subjects perfectly lends itself to a screed on female power that is refreshing and irritating by turns.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307829887
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/17/2012
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 679,753
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Wurtzel graduated from Harvard College, where she received the 1986 Rolling Stone College Journalism Award.  She was a music critic for The New Yorker and New York, and her articles have appeared in numerous magazines.  She is the author of the bestselling Prozac Nation, and she currently resides in New York City.
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As feminism has charged forward--and no one can deny the leaps and strides it has made--so has the invention of the overeager hypersexualized female body.  Nowadays you pay for sex not because you are lonely and miserable and can't get laid, or married and looking for cheap thrills, but because sex as a commodity is not distasteful; it's interesting.  The recent best-seller by three Hollywood call girls, You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again, essentially chronicles the availability for money of just about anything.  The women write about their experiences servicing major Hollywood movie stars, men who presumably don't "have to" pay for sex, but like to be able to control the action, or like the absence of any emotional involvement, or just plain think it's cool.  In the midst of all this, it seems hard to talk about date rape or anything else, because as much as women may try to be seen not as sex objects there is a countervailing force, in which many women collaborate--mostly out of financial need--to turn women into nothing but sex objects.

Which is why the good-time liberated lady whose sexual bravado could be celebrated by Germaine Greer and Helen Gurley Brown alike has metastasized over time into a harsh, hard force of flat, canned sexuality whose most protuberant and pertinent metonymy is the obvious and bulbous silicone breast implants that caricature a sexual reality that is already a cartoon, that don't even try to mimic mammarian nature.

I think the choices become whether you will use it for yourself or against.  Look, I think many people have rescued themselves from this game, but pretty girls, girls who learned to manipulate, girls whose hearts always belonged to daddy--they just can't help it. And the world rewards it at the same time it condemns it.  On the whole, one lesson of a book like You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again is that sex is really not much of a weapon in the end.  You need to have some talent and brains or nothing will work.  Most men who sleep with some girl won't want to give her a job since they'd prefer never to deal with the situation again.  I think that's the main thing that's missing from any discussions of this subject--the complexities of date rape, the way strip clubs have become feminist enterprise zones while ignoring the degrading damaging nature of the work.  For a woman to do just as she pleases and dispense with other people's needs, wants, demands and desires continues to be revolutionary.  Men pretty much do as they will, and women pretty much continue to pick up the slack.  That's why books like The Rules and Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus succeed.  It remains to this day, even after feminism, a woman's chore to close the gap.  Time is not on our side, our youth and beauty is brief, tick-tock the biological clock, and that message is thrown at us over and over again.  In Manhattan Nocturne, an unusually perspicacious noir novel with the genre's usual theme of the good man brought down by a beautiful bad girl, the author Colin Harrison muses at one point on what a short shelf life a pretty girl in New York City has.  "I would say the most determined people are the young women who arrive in the city from America and around the world to sell, in one way or another, their bodies: the models and strippers and actresses and dancers who know that time is running against them, that they are temporarily credentialed by youth."

Of course, we are meant to understand that this is the lot of glamour girls, that those of us who put brains beforebeauty need not worry about this stuff.  But to paraphrase Rosie O'Donnell once again: It feels as if it's true for us all.  And while there are commitment-phobic women, the story you always hear when there is a troubled relationship--when the balance of power is off--for the most part it's always the one of women trying to get men to tie the knot.  Now, I personally know a number of women who are putting off their boyfriends who are eager to get married--but those relationships are not the ones that seem in constant crisis, they are not the ones where somebody is always complaining, because for any number of reasons, the focus on commitment still only assumes a desperate cast when the woman is the injured party.

And the fact that all this relationship anxiety marks a regression of sorts is not lost on pioneers of the women's movement who thought it would be better by now.  London eating disorders expert Susie Orbach, author of Fat Is a Feminist Issue, is the founder of the Women's Therapy Centre, where among her patients was Princess Diana.  "I see all sorts of young confident women around," she told Mirabella in late 1996.  "But when they're in my consulting room, they talk about the same bloody issues we had thirty years ago.  They're afraid.  Women in the most oppressive relationships are trying to manage them rather than get out of them.  Only now, with no women's movement, if you have problems you feel like a freak.  All the problems are internalized."

That's why The Rules is a runaway best-seller and may well be a perennial hit.

But it is wrong to see that book as a setback to feminism in any way, or to be mad at the authoresses for their Aunt Edna-like advice because the book is completely nonideological: feminism is beside the point in a list of what is probably fairly sound advice for learning to behave like a woman who is about to embark on some serious, goal-oriented dating.  It tells women how to act so as to compensate for the fact that while feminism has changed the way many of us think and behave, while it has made men change diapers and do dishes and spend quality time with children while women perform neurosurgery and direct movies and trade Eurodollars, it has failed to truly change the way we feel.  The proof: Go to any bookstore and there are hundreds of titles in the self-help section about how to overcome love addiction and fear of abandonment and the like, and while there are plenty of books for women about how to deal with commitment-resistant, impossible men--Smart Women, Foolish Choices and the like--there is not one book addressed to men about how to work out their own damn problems with relationships.  No book for men about how to get over fear of commitment, how to learn to open one's heart, how to stop running from emotional involvement--I know, because I searched high and low for such a thing for my last boyfriend and it doesn't exist.

Do you know why?

Because it doesn't need to.  Men don't have to change the way they sexually assess women, the way certain triggers and indications of female power or feminine weakness may frighten them off.  They don't have to change the psychic messages inculcated into their brains from way back in their preverbal, pre-Oedipal days.  They don't have to because we women will learn to behave.

Well, I for one am sick of it.  All my life, one person or another has been telling me to behave, saying don't let a guy know you're a depressed maniac on the first date, don't just be yourself, don't show your feelings.  And the truth is, this is probably good advice, men probably don't like overbearing, hotheaded women who give blow jobs on the first date.  In all likelihood the only man who will ever like me just as I am will probably need to believe I'm somebody else at first.  I probably do need to learn to behave.  But I don't like it.  It seems like, all this, all these years of feminism, Mary Wollstonecraft, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Simone de Beauvoir, Virginia Woolf, Gloria Steinem, Susan Faludi--all that smart writing all so we could learn to behave?  Bra burning in Atlantic City--so we could learn to behave?  Roe v.  Wade--so we could learn to behave?  Thelma & Louise--so we could learn to behave?  The gender gap--so we could learn to behave?  Madonna, Sally Ride, Joycelyn Elders, Golda Meir, Anita Hill, Bette Davis, Leni Riefenstahl--all those strong, indefatigable souls so we could learn to behave?  What good really have any of those things done if we still get the feeling that we have to contain our urges and control ourselves in the interest of courtship and love?  Did Germaine Greer importune us so long ago with the words "Lady, love your cunt," and did Anka Radikovich regale us with her tales of the sexual picaresque in The Wild Girls Club so we could be told never to succumb to sexual abandon on the first date?  After all this agitation, along comes The Rules to tell us that we're not even allowed to accept a date for a Saturday night after Wednesday.

Here's my point: I have no quarrel with The Rules or the advice it gives--it actually seems pretty sound to me--but if we had really come a long way, baby, if men's perceptions of women had transformed fundamentally and intensely so that we were accepted as full-fledged sexual creatures and romantic operatives who were free to chase or be chased, and if this expanded dimension of women's sexual personae were not frightening or overwhelming to them, then we would not need The Rules. We would be truly free.

So of course the bitch persona appeals to us.  It is the illusion of liberation, of libertine abandon.  What if you want to be large in a world that would have you be small, diminished?  You don't want to diet, you don't want to say no, thank you, and pretend somehow that what is there is enough when always, always, you want more.  That has been your defining characteristic: You have appetites, and only if you are truly shameless will you even begin to be sated because nothing is ever really enough.  Not because you are greedy or insatiable but because you can't help it, you can't go along with the fiction that the world would have you believe and adhere to: that you ought to settle and be careful and accept the crumbs that are supposed to pass for a life, this minimized self you are supposed to put up with, that feminism and other political theories of woman cannot really begin to address because this is about something else entirely.

This is about what has become the almost monstrous notion of female desire.  This is not about making demands of other people or wearing down those who have their own screams for MORE!  to address: You'd be amazed at how often we are reluctant to indulge ourselves by our own means.  It is amazing that the smallness of the space we've been told to squeeze into has meant that we don't even know how to ask or what to want.  Everything tells us to stop, to not talk to that guy first, to not have a thousand lovers if that's what feels right because one husband is supposed to be enough.  Everything says we don't need another piece of chocolate cake, we don't need another Gucci bag, another dime-store lipstick, another Big Mac, another night on the town, another spin on the Rainbow Room dance floor.  Well, this is meant to be a story about people who are so beyond need, who want and have figured out that it's never too soon to make demands of this life, this world, this everything.  It's about how nice it must be to just decide I will not be nice, I am never sorry, I have no regrets: what is before me belongs to me.

But for a woman, to assume she has to be not nice, it puts her outside of the system, outside of what is acceptable.  She can be a deeply depressive Sylvia Plath, a luxuriating decadent Delilah, a homicidal adolescent Amy Fisher, she can be anyone who decides that what she wants and needs and believes and must do is more important than being nice.  She may, in fact, be as nice as can be, but as soon as she says catch me if you can I'm so free this is my life and the rest can fuck off and die--as soon as she lays down the option of my way or the highway, it's amazing how quickly everyone finds her difficult, crazy, a nightmare: a bitch.
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Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION Manufacturing Fascination 1
PART ONE He Puts Her on a Pedestal and She Goes Down on It 35
PART TWO Hey Little Girl Is Your Daddy Home? 93
PART THREE There She Goes Again 159
PART FOUR The Blonde in the Bleachers 225
PART FIVE Used to Love Her but I Had to Kill Her 295
EPILOGUE Did I Shave My Legs for This? 383
BIBLIOGRAPHY 415
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 428
PERMISSIONS 433
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Interviews & Essays

On Wednesday, April 15th, barnesandnoble.com welcomed Elizabeth Wurtzel to discuss BITCH.


Moderator: Thanks for joining us tonight in the barnesandnoble.com Live Event Auditorium. Congratulations on this recent publication. Is this your first online interview?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Yes. I think so. I'm interested to see how this works, because I've read transcripts of all these other online chats where the answers and questions are eight lines apart, usually to really comical results. But I figure, if Cynthia Ozick can do this, it must not be very funny anymore.


David from Los Altos Hills, CA: You're clearly very into films. What's your all-time favorite?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: The Robert Altman movie "Nashville." I have always maintained that if you want to know everything you need to about what makes America what it is, all you need to do is read Norman Mailer's THE EXECUTIONER'S SONG and see Altman's "Nashville." It's hard to explain exactly why, but both those works cut into the dark heart of this country's soul. But "Nashville," simply from the point of view of being a great movie, is just so full, it's so huge, it tells all these stories of human frailty, set against this backdrop of politics and music and...everyone should just see it. I could go on for hours about it. Just trust me.


Harriet from New London, CT: Hi, Elizabeth. You have a lot of music quotes in your book. Have you ever played an instrument, or is music just a strong influence in your life?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: If only I had any musical talent! My voice is so bad that if I sang "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" to you, you would have no idea what I was singing, or if I was even doing it in the English language. Nevertheless, I did learn to play guitar when I was 12 or thereabouts, and I could play "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" that way. Also, I think I mastered "Take It Easy," and this was when it was really uncool to be into the Eagles (kind of like now). But once I figured out that I was not going to be a big huge rock star (I could only envision my future in terms of big and huge, the thought of minor and cultlike did not interest me), I just abandoned the whole enterprise and stuck with writing, which I at least had some aptitude for. (I think.)


Bill Learner from Maryland: Hey, I think your books are fantastic -- sharp and wittier than most out there! Do you have any other writing plans for the future? Any hope of seeing your name in The New Yorker again soon?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Talk to Tina Brown!


Megan from Detroit, MI: I feel like you were excusing Jackson Browne for hitting Daryl Hannah because, hey, wouldn't you be pissed off if your lover was leaving you for a hot Kennedy. Am I misreading this?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Did you see the movie "L.A. Confidential"? I only ask because one of the most interesting scenes in that movie had the cop who was Kim Basinger's boyfriend, and who had made it his life's work to break up fights between men beating up on women, the scene had him punch her in the eye. This was after he'd caught her in flagrante with his rival. After he threw this first punch at Ms. Basinger, he immediately backed off in shame because for him this was just the worst offense. But sitting in the audience, you're meant to understand that she "deserved" it -- not that anyone ever deserves to be physically injured, but she had knowingly done something to provoke him, and his response was understandable. The horrible thing about habitual wife-beaters is that they do what they do for no reason. All I was saying about Jackson Browne was that as far as anyone knows he has no history of abusing women, but I can imagine feeling so hurt and humiliated by that set of circumstances that all kinds of awful and unacceptable things happen that ought not leave him branded for life.


Jonah from Connecticut: Now that Courtney's gone Hollywood, who do you see as the next woman artist having the potential to really inspire teenage girls?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Me.


Jamie from New York City: To my disgust, the New York Times reviewer of your book (a woman) criticizes your baring your breast on the book cover. Does this surprise you? Amuse you?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Believe it or not, I understand what she is saying. I myself have always been ambivalent about the cover. I really like it -- I mean, I wish I looked that good (amazing what they can do with shadow and lights), and I thought it was very fun, very rock and roll. But on the other hand, I worked very hard on this book, and it is supposed to have a serious message. And I have always feared and continue to worry that the cover gives people (reviewers, for instance) an excuse to not take the book seriously. Or to dismiss it outright. Now, as someone who grew up nourished much more by rock music than by anything else, I have always wanted to have my books look like albums, to shamelessly embrace the possibility of personality (could you imagine liking an album and not having a feeling for the person behind it?), and it bothers me that books are so remote to most people. I've always maintained that if this whole country stops reading, the publishing industry will have no one but itself to blame. I don't know why books need to seem inaccessible or humorless or unsexy to be serious, but that has usually been the case. I fully expect to get a lot of shit for the cover, but I hope it inspires other authors (and publishers) to be a bit more bold.


Delia from San Francisco, CA: What do you think it will take for our society to turn away from worshipping fashion models?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: I have no idea. I basically think that it would really help if women in other professions were more glamorous. I know it sounds unfair to complain that Janet Reno doesn't resemble a fashion model (although I suppose it would be fair to note that in most ways she does not resemble an attorney general either), but I sometimes think that one of the crimes of feminism has been to desex female role models. It used to be that movie stars were Lauren Bacall and Rita Hayworth and Bette Davis and Barbara Stanwyck -- all extremely fabulous and solid and strong. But now we seem to have this divide: Models carry the sex appeal and glamour quotient, while career women have to be really serious and straitlaced or else, even after all these years, they still are perceived as bimbos. Look, I am really glad to see that there are three women in Clinton's cabinet, but wouldn't it have been great if Kimba Wood -- a mother, a very sexy former Playboy bunny, and a federal judge -- had actually been made attorney general? Wouldn't it have been something if we had to worry that the President was chasing people other than volunteers and interns around the Oval Office desk? The only way to save us from the tyranny of Tyra and Naomi and Cindy and Christy is to allow women in other roles to be sexy too. Hence, my book cover, but that is another subject.


Brandon H. from Oklahoma City, OK: Hi, Elizabeth. David Foster Wallace recently wrote a short story, "The Depressed Person," which appears in a recent Harper's. Does his character's neurosis convey any of the same feelings you wrote about in PROZAC NATION, and do you think women in general are getting deemed as more depressive than men in recent literature?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: I really hope that the Harper's piece was intended to be a satire of this type, which I think is fair enough, because depression has been so discussed and overdiscussed at this point. I have to say that Mr. Wallace is a ridiculously talented writer, and I urge everybody to take two weeks off from work and plow through the glory that is INFINITE JEST, but I don't think "The Depressed Person" was necessarily his finest hour. As far as women and depression go: I know of a couple of books being written by men right now that are memoirs of their depressions, so I suppose this will be the next special-interest group to come out of the closet. Personally, I think depression is ultimately a human issue more than anything else, and after I wrote PROZAC NATION I was astonished to find that the letters and other responses I got was as much if not more from men than from women. People are extremely lost and lonely and communityless and unhinged and unbound for any number of reasons that I could only get into in very short, trite terms in this format. I wrote BITCH because of a lot of the anger and horror I still felt about the way the world was that I could not have addressed in something so intimate as PROZAC NATION, and though it is about women's difficulties, I think ultimately it sees the world as we live in it now as no easier for men to navigate. I'm trying to get away from the topic of depression and move on to to the subject of optimism. I'm hopeful about the future. I mean, it's our world to invent -- don't you think?


Moderator: Thanks so much for indulging our curiosities here tonight! Best of luck with the rest of your tour. Any final comments?

Elizabeth Wurtzel: Thank you so much for having me. I guess this was not one of those chats where everyone inadvertently cuts each other off and all. This is much more civilized. I hope you will let me go back and correct grammar and spelling mistakes made in the interest of typing in "real time." Regarding BITCH, my book, I just want to say that I hope people who read it do enjoy it, and that they're able to take it in in the right spirit. It is frequently sloppy, and I think I probably contradict myself quite a bit, but this is a book that was written on the edge of my seat. I think I said somewhere that feminist writing has been so dry, and I want to make it wet again. Take that thought for what it's worth, but bear in mind that this is my credo, it's my personal attempt to scream loud enough that the world will be forced to listen: It's my personal attempt to be undeniable. If you find this -- or the idea of this -- just repulsive, you are not going to like this book at all. But if you enjoy such maniacal energy, you may well like it a lot, or even love it. That's all I could do when I worked on this book, and it's the best I have to offer -- in fact, this book is the very best I have to offer.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Excellent

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  • Posted January 12, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    a feminist book

    This book is filled with amazing research and facts and just over all very well written. Although out of the books ive read by wurtzel this one would have to be my least favorite Prozac Nation is my favorite by far but everyone of her books are an amazing thoughtful reading experience. This book has made me abit of a feminist and my favorite line from this book is "no woman should ever lose her mind over a man, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."

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  • Posted December 18, 2008

    A great book.

    The first thing that is obvious when reading the book is the amount of research put into it. Wurtzel is an amazing author. Although I will admit there were times where I felt that she rambled a little too much she did make very impressive points. A must read! A+

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2003

    okayy

    This book was rollercoaster of enjoyment. Wurtzel had the tendency to ramble on too much. I felt like skipping the whole Blonde in the Bleacher chapter altogether. There were parts in the book that made me want to continue reading but others leaving me wishing she would shut the hell up, and I could get my $14 back. Of course the ending led back to her discussing her life, and her problems, as if she hasnt told us enough about herself. Even with it's downfalls, Wurtzel did have strong but negotiable points of view, and caused me to take intrest in Women Studies.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2003

    Wurtzel for president!

    This is a very entertaining and provocative book that proves that Wurtzel does indeed have a brain. A lot of research clearly went into compiling it, and I think she's done a pretty good job of picking women throughout history who have indeed been 'difficult' for one reason or another. Her interpretations of the information, rather than the information itself, is sometimes kind of questionable, but I suppose that's artistic license in a book like this. Like another reviewer stated, this book does ramble on a bit, but then again I suppose that Wurtzel's style and she's entitled to it. Overall, a very enjoyable and somewhat thought provoking read that will especially be enjoyed by Wurtzel fans.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2002

    There She Goes Again

    Erm well what can I say, I feel any words I know wouldn't come close to how amazing this book is!!!....this rewiew could never be long enough to express all my respect and admiration for Miss Wurtzel. I'm 18 years old and I feel privileged thats I've read this book as I'm sure most women that have read 'Bitch' wish they had as a teenager. A real eye opener READ IT!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2001

    There She Goes Again

    This book is a poignant and deeply thought provoking account of the iconic women that have graced the screen, pages, and tabloids of the past century. Elizabeth Wurtzel discusses women from Sylvia Plath to Courtney Love to Amy Fisher. This is a book that every woman should read. It's reverence toward the women who were labeled difficult, moody, and unconvential in a world that did not allow for women to express themselves verbally, emotionally, sexually, or mentally; is a breath of fresh air. Unlike the usual diatribes that are written about angst filled girls and women whom we pull apart and expose for the frauds we believe them to be, Wurtzel's book embraces them and even empathizes with them. This is written about women who by their own volition or not, lived by this: quod me nutrit me destruit; which, is Latin for what nourishes me also destroys me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2001

    Articulating the obvious

    Elizabeth has a way of taking the most overlooked expression and making it into pages of lucid explanation with heart and a fist to match. Her wrighting can blow you down and lift your spirits all before you turn the first page.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2001

    I'VE READ IT TWICE

    'Bitch' was an amazing exploration into the female psyche. As I read, I found myself jotting down quotes. I particularly loved this one: 'I intend to scream, shout, race the engine, call when I feel like it, throw tantrums at Bloomingdales if I feel like it and confess intimate details about my life to complete strangers. I intend to do what I want to do and be whom I want to be and answer only to myself: that is, quite simply, the bitch philosophy.' I believe that all women would benefit if they would take this advice into account, and stop being the submissive 'little woman' that feminism has fought so hard to abolish. This is an absolute must read. Her intelligent yet funny style of writing reels one in; I can't wait for Wurtzel's new book to come out in February! I'm sure I'll devour it in one sitting. Keep up the amazing writing, EW- you're inspirational.

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