Word: jong
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...From a parody of Erica Jong: "He fiddles with my control panel, but my landing gear won't retract, so to speak...
Such work is no guarantee of a renaissance. Poets and readers may continue to drift apart; the art may yet degenerate totally into self-therapy. Fame is now reserved for poets who do something else- like writing bestselling novels (Erica Jong, James Dickey). There is no serious living writer whom the reading public gets by heart the way it once learned Frost and Auden. That echo in the brain now comes from rock lyrics and TV jingles. But set against all the reasons for pessimism are the voices, this spring, of these five poets. They show that it is still...
...strain of finding a common bond between Erica Jong and Elizabeth Barrett Browning forces Moers into some ingenious critical parlor games. Setting the tone in her opening chapter, ("My tale is one of triumph"), Moers presents a cloying portrait of George Sand as a scribbling SuperMom-prototype of the "efficient, versatile, overworked modern mother." The need to establish distinctly female traditions also leads to unabashed juggling of literary records. It makes no sense for a critic who has written intelligently about Thackeray and Dickens in previous books to claim that illiteracy is "plainly a woman's theme" or that...
Kinflicks, in fact, is soaring in the slip stream of Fear of Flying, Erica Jong's bestselling hymn to the body electric. The novel proves again-if any doubters still remain-that women can write about physical functions just as frankly and, when the genes move them, as raunchily as men. It strikes a blow for the picara by putting a heroine through the same paces that once animated a Tom Jones or a Holden Caulfield. And it suggests that life seen from what was once called the distaff side suspiciously resembles the genitalia-centered existence that male novelists...
...Erica Jong's first novel feels like a winner. It has class and sass, brightness and bite. Containing all the cracked eggs of the feminist litany, her souffle rises with a poet's afflatus. She sprinkles on the four-lettered words as if women had invented them...