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Books reviewed by Herizons.

Framing Our Past: Canadian Women's History in the Twentieth Century

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Author: 
Sharon Anne Cook, Lorna R. McLean and Kate O'Rourke
Publisher: 
McGill Queen's University Press
Review by: 
Penni Mitchell

While short essays by feminist historians like Veronica Strong-Boag give Framing Our Past a quick glance feminist credibility, this encyclopedic book is no source of feminist inspiration. What to say about a book that gives more ink to Zoe Laurier, wife of Wilf, who admittedly "left no diaries or memoirs and almost no correspondence," so that "it is impossible to know what she thought about her life and times," while Conservative leader Kim Campbell is mentioned only in passing as first female Canadian prime minister in 1993.

Historian Barbara Freeman has a chapter on Ontario female journalists of the early 20th century. But what a wussy bunch: Ontario's Kit Coleman refused to endorse suffrage. Meanwhile, the Manitoba sisterhood of journalists that included the Beynon sisters, Nellie McClung and others whose efforts led to Manitoba becoming the first province to extend suffrage to female British subjects in 1916 are-how to put this-absent.

One solution would have been to have called the book, Ontario Women's History in the Twentieth Century. Except that its geocentric lens isn't its only shortcoming. This book actually manages to diminish some of its subjects. Ottawa's famous female mayor, Charlotte Whitton, who had a life partner, Margaret Grier, is described as someone who "never married or bore children." The writer then goes on to state-as fact-that Whitton and her partner did not have a sexual relationship because they both held religious views.

Come to think of it, unimaginative pretty much sums up this book.

The Splendid Vision

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Author: 
N.E.S. Griffiths
Publisher: 
Carleton University Press
Review by: 
Penni Mitchell

The National Council of Women of Canada has staying power. After 100 years of petitioning, lobbying and, slowly but surely, working to improve the status of women in Canada, the Council emerges as an undercredited feminist institution. The Council is no hotbed of radical activism, though it's influence on the equality stage in Canada is more pronounced that the organization's sleepy reputation. This, according to historian Naomi Griffiths, author of The Splendid Vision. In 1919, ten years before the famous Persons' Case was won, the Council petitioned Ottawa for the appointment of women to the Senate. Maybe those gals were ahead of their time after all.

Beauty Queens

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Author: 
Candace Savage
Publisher: 
Greystone Books
Review by: 
Penni Mitchell

Subtitled "A Playful History," Beauty Queens is a wonderful, uncritical look at the evolution of beauty pageants in North America seen through the eyes of a historian and told from the heart of a feminist. Savage wants readers to know that the women who have participated in the pageants often blamed for creating oppressive beauty standards, are not 'the enemy.' In fact, Savage writes, they were often gutsy women with few resources of their own looking for a big break in Hollywood or, later, a free college education.

From the get-go, Savage chronicles the historic pageant of 1968 where New York Radical Women crowned a sheep as Miss America and proceeded to toss symbols of women's oppression into a Freedom Trash Can: high heels, copies of Cosmopolitan and at least one very unattractive brassiere.

Savage exposes the origins of bathing beauty contests in this beautiful picture book, and the irony of that 1968 protest. Imagine that 50 years earlier, women who dared to wear rolled down hose and one-piece swimsuits were seen as radicals for defying the dictates of Victorian conformity. A writer for Vogue suggested around 1915, the "bathing-girl … deserves credit for firing the first shot in the Battle of Modern Dress."

Sewers take note: The photos in this book are a fascinating record of the history of women's bathing attire.

Open

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Author: 
Lisa Moore
Publisher: 
House of Anansi Press
Review by: 
Sara Cassidy

No wonder this book was nominated for a Giller Prize, even if it was the dark horse.

These ten short stories are deliriously rich, visceral and sexy. Tenuously balanced on spare dialogue and packed with startling, sensuous images, they're also dreamy, if mercifully free of the sentimentality, implausibility and self-consciousness of so-called poetic fiction.

Unfortunately, Moore's sentences are relentlessly short and though they're always rewarding, I came to feel riddled. These are stories of omen entering mid-life, poised between the past that made them, and the future they may foresee, if not oversee. They contemplate friendship, motherhood, sex, loneliness within marriage and, with brave anxiety, sexual infidelity. Moore indulgently recreates the intense friendships and general urgency — with the catalysts of booze and pot — of a 1980s early adulthood. In one story where an abortion forges enduring loyalty between two girlfriends, the narrator remembers: "That year I live on submarine sandwiches micro-waved in plastic wrap. When I peel back the wrap, the submarine hangs out soggy and spent, like a tongue after a strangling."

Moore never sums up meaning, instead letting contradiction, coincidence and imagery do the work; in the end, the book floats on ambiguity, open.

One of many hot sex scenes has a couple banging against a fridge, an automatic icemaker adding to the fun. In "Close Your Eyes," a woman remembers reading Marguerite Duras with a friend, "during a snowstorm, taking turns reading aloud while the headlights of fishtailing cars swept the ceiling and the velvet funk of pea soup rose from the stove. We ere overjoyed for Marguerite Duras. 'Way to go Marguerite,' we yelled." Three years later, re-reading the book, the woman is shocked to find it different. "The young lover …seems to be terrorizing the novelist, who is too old and proud and drunk to do anything about it …. How had we mistaken this for hope?"

Though by the end of the collection I was eager for a long, breathing sentence that would say something big-about kindness, identity, art — I was invigorated, as if intoxicated, by the tactility and essentiality of all the surfaces of my life.