Came across this NY Times article about Germaine Greer's The Madwoman's Underclothes from Annie's blog.
ermaine Greer has never truly been a writer. Her spirit has illuminated her written word as if the very act of expressing herself were but a brief, rushed gathering-up of her living. She is, perhaps, one of the marvelous letter writers of an age that no longer trifles with them much. Her essays, columns and books - transcripts as they are of a heroic heart and intellect - seem to have been dashed off in the fire and dispatched to her many sisters. Feminism as a literary family.
To read more click here: Notes of a Nag and a Roisterer (NY Times needs registration)