Another lovely thing in Julian Barnes’ novel Elizabeth Finch is the constant repetition of how bad men are. There’s no explanation of what’s so bad about them. They are just bad, stupid, unevolved, inferior.
The author of the book is a pale male, and he clearly thinks he needs to excuse his existence in major ways.
2 thoughts on “Inexcusable Existence”
Oh for God’s sake, if men are so despicable and inept, why doesn’t he just go and off himself?
Yeah, but then who will explain to other men how horrible and inferior to women they are?
It gets funny because this guy’s theory is that men are ennobled by being in relationships with women and being subservient to them. But that must mean that gay men are irredeemable. Hmm! That sounds very intolerant. I’m not sure he really thought it through.