Flying

I didn’t finish this one, but wanted to make note of what I didn’t like about it. Kate Millet wrote Flying on the heels of her stunning success with Sexual Politics. She was thrust into the spotlight, a spokesperson for feminism, made into a “leader” by the media for a movement that shunned leaders. From what I saw in the first 100 pages, Flying is Millet’s return to print, whining about her celebrity and its devastating impact of loss of friends. She bitches about meeting women who say, “Thank God you wrote that book. I don’t have time to work for the cause, but I’m glad you’re doing it.” I wish Millet had written this book and thrown it away, flushing it out of her system without tarnishing her name.