Penguin Book of Feminist Writing

'A joyous multiplicity of writings incorporating collective manifestos, poetry, fiction, and autobiography... endlessly fascinating'Catherine Taylor, Financial Times

'A tour de force of feminist thinking, spanning seven centuries and multiple continents'Jennifer Thomson, Review 31

'The Penguin Book of Feminist Writing rounds up the voices of women from across history to discuss the meaning and practice of feminism. This is a book that every person should read: the multiplicity of voices from various times and spaces allows women of the past alongside women of the present to be noisy about why feminism matters. It is a collective masterpiece' Helen Carr, BBC History, Books of the Year

'Bulging with brilliant and exciting writing. Its vast sweep takes us from the 15th century, when Christine de Pizan, a court writer in medieval France, imagined a City of Ladies where women would be safe from harassment, through to the present day, with work by Maggie Nelson, Eileen Myles, Rachel Cusk, Deborah Levy and Lola Olufemi' Rachel Cooke, Observer

Edited with an Introduction by Hannah Dawson

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Dawson has curated a tour de force of feminist thinking, spanning seven centuries and multiple continents, and drawing impressively across genre. Playwrights sit alongside political theorists, followed by poetry or fiction. Feminism appears as a vibrant, multi-faceted thing, changing and evolving but ever-present across the centuries ... This collection is not only interested in feminism as a political ideology, but feminism as a creative and artistic force ... what strikes the reader most is the palpable anger that rings across so many of these selections ... This anger was refreshing, a reminder that through the centuries women have had, and continue to have, so much to be angry about ... This book is an important reminder that feminism doesn't need tote bags or novelty jumpers. It doesn't need to be happy and sparkly all the time. Instead, it needs the imaginative, powerful, collective scream into the void that a collection like this provides