Pulp feminism
I have got this far into my weekend correcting galley proofs, doing laundry, hauling stuff to the recycling station, and reading 40-year-old thrillers, e.g., Bill Pronzini's The Vanished, recently scooped up from the discard table at the Smyrna Public Library. Last night's selection was by the English writer John Creasey (1908-73), who published more than 600 hundred crime and science-fiction novels under 28 different pseudonyms. I trust they weren't all as silly as The Voiceless Ones (1973), in which a worldwide army of "militant feminists" in powder-blue uniforms attempts to overthrow patriarchy by means of a chemical compound called silena, which robs people of the power of speech. This plot is thwarted by Dr. "Sap" Palfrey, head of Z5, an international evil-fighting organization along the lines of U.N.C.L.E.
Militant feminists may have long since put away their powder-blue uniforms and their silena, but, according to one well-known right-wing blowhard, they are still trying to overturn the "natural" order of things, apparently to some effect.
Militant feminists may have long since put away their powder-blue uniforms and their silena, but, according to one well-known right-wing blowhard, they are still trying to overturn the "natural" order of things, apparently to some effect.