Women Who Read Are Dangerous

by Stefan Bollman

Karen Joy Fowler (Foreword)

As the book's provocative title indicates, a woman reading was once viewed as radical. In chapters - such as: Intimate Moments and The Search for Oneself - Bollmann profiles how a woman with a book was once seen as idle or suspect and how women have gained autonomy through reading over the years. Bollmann offers intelligent and engaging commentary on each work of art in Women Who Read Are Dangerous, telling us who the subject is, her relationship to the artist, and even what she is reading. With works ranging from a 1333 Annunciation painting of the angel Gabriel speaking to the Virgin Mary, book in hand, to 20th-century works, such as a stunning photograph of Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses, this appealing survey provides a veritable slideshow of the many iterations of a woman and her book; a compelling subject to this day.



An excellent gift for graduates, teachers, or Mother's Day, this elegant book should appeal to anyone interested in art, literature, or women's history.

• ISBN10: 0789212560
• ISBN13: 9780789212566
• Publish Date: 31 March 2016 (first published 10 September 2008)
• Publish Status: Active
• Publish Country: US
• Imprint: Abbeville Press Inc.,U.S.
• Format: Hardcover
• Pages: 156
• Language: English

Reviews

[MurderByDeath]

This is a beautifully made book; one that feels lovely in the hands and it's a pleasure to leaf through the pages and admire the art.

I just shouldn't have read it.

Full disclosure:
1.  I was expecting a different premise based on the synopsis I read.  I had the impression that this would be a collection of art anecdotally tied to the strides women have made throughout history as it relates to the time period each piece was created.  That misconception is on me.

2.  The sum total of my knowledge about art is limited to recognising the work of a 'top 10' master when I see it.  I'm not sure it goes much further than that.  That too, is on me.

With those two points in mind, I was disappointed by this book; I was hoping to learn something about the artists, about what was going on with women when these pieces were created, or what effect books and spreading literacy was having on society in general.  Instead, I learned - or was reminded, really - what a pretentious prat sounds like.

I almost didn't include that last line in this review, because it feels fundamentally unfair:  I don't know this writer, I don't know that he's a pretentious prat.  Perhaps he's regurgitating what is considered canon in the the art world.  Maybe he has primary source material that backs up the assertions he makes about the paintings he includes.  It might even be a bad translation - it was originally written in German.

All I have to go by is what I'm reading on the page and my interpretation is totally and completely subjective.

BUT - so is art.  it's possible it's the most subjective of all mediums, and Bollman delivers his opinions as though they were objective fact.  On page after page he tells the reader what they're seeing: from the emotions on the faces of the subjects to the meaning of trivial objects in the backgrounds.  He offers no explanation for his interpretations, almost no background information about the painters themselves and nothing about the society they were written in.  Any of these things would have made his narrative more palatable, more educational, and given the reader more to consider while studying the pieces.  Instead, he just tells us what we're meant to think.

So, I figure, if he can look at a painting and tell me what it means, I can read his words and tell him he sounds like a pretentious prat, and we'll call it even.