I already noted William Douglas' review this week. He has a great review, well written, well thought out. But where are the others?
Roberta Flack was born in 1937. I almost included that in my review. I didn't because I'm not Ann Powers and don't write the crap she does lately.
But my point is, I'm remembering that sexist garbage Bitch Annie turned out last month where she raved over Leonard Cohen's bad vocals and bad album and had to bring in Bob Dylan and blah blah Bitch Annie,
what the hell do you do for women?
Not a damn thing apparently.
That's fine, bitch. Just don't expect the sisterhood to help out your sexist ass when you publish your next book.
When you can't weigh in to bring attention to women and you're a woman, you are a gender traitor.
Roberta Flack, seventy-plus, has made a great album. And if she were a man, we know that Ann Powers would have written a piece at NPR and a piece at the Los Angeles Times. But with a woman over 40, it appears Ann only notes them when they die.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"