While I ought to be doing some real work, I have instead been reading this astonishing piece of writing, revealing a glimpse of Germaine Greer’s private letters that she never sent to a short-term lover. Margaret Simons is the talented individual to have written this piece, and very fortunate to be the one to unbox and read the treasure that surely is Greer’s unpublished writings.
“Greer sold her papers to the University of Melbourne archives in 2013. It is an enormous collection—478 archive boxes of documents chronicling six decades in the life of one of the world’s most important thinkers. Greer said she would use the proceeds of the sale to finance the care and rehabilitation of her rainforest property at Cave Creek in south-east Queensland. In her most recent book, White Beech, The Rainforest Years, Greer describes how she became ‘the servant of the forest’ after buying the land in 2001. Since then she has spent every spare cent on it.”
I love reading Germaine Greer. She’s fascinating. I’m also fascinated by how spectacularly her mission failed. Alarm bells should start ringing when it becomes clear how liberal feminism unleashed a wave of destruction into the lives of young women. A recent book, Freedom Fallacy (ed. Kiraly and Tyler, 2015), will explain much more about that.
“She published many more books, including a sequel to The Female Eunuch, The Whole Woman, published in 1999, in which she argued there had been little progress in the feminist movement: “When The Female Eunuch was written our daughters were not cutting or starving themselves. On every side speechless women endure endless hardship, grief and pain, in a world system that creates billions of losers for every handful of winners”.”
Further to this, I am realising how much I love literary and academic journals. Having only just discovered Meanjin, I’m seriously considering subscribing (it lost its Australia Council funding and may fold if subscriptions cannot save it). While I eagerly consume blogs and free internet content, I find these are a big like donuts and lollies for my brain… while paid subscriptions to quality journals are like casseroles and pies.