This morning, I read about an essay by Andrea Robin Skinner, Alice Munro’s daughter. She published an essay earlier about the sexual abuse she experienced as a child at the hands of her stepfather, and her mother’s refusal to leave him. “She said that she had been ‘told too late,’ … she loved him too much, and that our misogynistic culture was to blame if I expected her to deny her own needs, sacrifice for her children and make up for the failings of men,” she wrote. “She was adamant that whatever had happened was between me and my stepfather. It had nothing to do with her.”
No Substance #189: The Author and The Work
No Substance #189: The Author and The Work
No Substance #189: The Author and The Work
This morning, I read about an essay by Andrea Robin Skinner, Alice Munro’s daughter. She published an essay earlier about the sexual abuse she experienced as a child at the hands of her stepfather, and her mother’s refusal to leave him. “She said that she had been ‘told too late,’ … she loved him too much, and that our misogynistic culture was to blame if I expected her to deny her own needs, sacrifice for her children and make up for the failings of men,” she wrote. “She was adamant that whatever had happened was between me and my stepfather. It had nothing to do with her.”