
The Conflicted Legacy of Hannah Arendt
By MARK GLANVILLE
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Doris Lessing appears to be a writer who came, saw, and conquered, dramatizing a few points of sexual and racial correctness before such points were commonplace. Born in 1919 in Persia, and raised in colonial Rhodesia, she arrived in London as a young woman carrying the manuscript for “The Grass Is Singing” (1950), a novel about sexual tension between a racist white woman and a black African man. I first read her in college, not in a literature class but in a course on African history. The 2007 Nobel committee called her an “epicist of the female experience … with visionary power.” Harold Bloom shrugged, and said the award was “pure political correctness.” The only account of the award that showed the way to any fresh interest in her work was the one by Christopher Hitchens, who in a short column went out of his way to praise not her 600-page “Golden Notebook” (1962), but her short stories.

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|Doris Lessing appears to be a writer who came, saw, and conquered, dramatizing a few points of sexual and racial correctness before such points were commonplace. Born in 1919 in Persia, and raised in colonial Rhodesia, she arrived in London as a young woman carrying the manuscript for “The Grass Is Singing” (1950), a novel about sexual tension between a racist white woman and a black African man. I first read her in college, not in a literature class but in a course on African history. The 2007 Nobel committee called her an “epicist of the female experience … with visionary power.” Harold Bloom shrugged, and said the award was “pure political correctness.” The only account of the award that showed the way to any fresh interest in her work was the one by Christopher Hitchens, who in a short column went out of his way to praise not her 600-page “Golden Notebook” (1962), but her short stories.
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