My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Ms. Jackson's was my dad's contemporary, born about the same year as he and dying too early, like him. He expected women to be conventionally good-looking, to be accomplished cooks, to be totally devoted to caring for husband, house and family, and certainly not to be too interested in reading (or writing!) books. (My mother's mother-in-law criticized her for scorching a shirt because she tried to read while ironing.) Other than being a superb cook, Shirley would not have met any of my dad's criteria. Apparently, she was a disappointment to her own mother because she neglected her appearance and insisted on setting aside time to write. Her husband recognized her talent, but the marriage was not a happy one. Unlike him, she was steady and industrious, regularly publishing novels and stories. Her earnings bought them a large house and allowed him develop a course on literature that became one of the most popular at Bennington, a progressive college for women. Still, he was probably resentful. He also had numerous affairs. Shirley's biographer links her writings to her struggles with her demons. She noted that Stephen King thought her one of the best writers of the 20th century. I don't happen to enjoy King's work, so I probably wouldn't like Shirley's macabre tales either. However, I plan to read "Life Among the Savages", her best-selling account of bringing up her four quirky and intelligent children.
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