Last week I finally finished reading the first book since Copiloo’s been born. That was quite an accomplishment: 500+ pages in about… five months… Middlesex is a great read, it had been on my list for a few years before I finally picked it up and started reading it. The book did not disappoint: it was an easy enough read for a sleep-deprived, short-on-time new mommy, intriguing enough to have me pushing myself for “just one more page”, built around an incredibly interesting and intelligent real-life premise:
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day of January 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. . . My birth certificate lists my name as Calliope Helen Stephanides. My most recent driver’s license…records my first name simply as Cal.
I recommend this book. If you need the opinion of someone more authoritative, the book is part of Oprah’s Book Club readings.
There were lots of good excerpts that I thought were great and was planning to jot down. One that I find anecdotal and super funny, likely because Hubbyloo has used some of these excuses in the past, is this:
It was called evolutionary biology. Under its sway, the sexes were separated again, men into hunters and women into gatherers. Nurture no longer formed us; nature did. Impulses of hominids dating from 20,000 B.C. were still controlling us. And so today on television and in magazines you get the current simplifications. Why can’t men communicate? (Because they had to be quiet on the hunt.) Why do women communicate so well? (Because they had to call out to one another where the fruits and berries were.) Why can men never find things around the house? (Because they have a narrow field of vision, useful in tracking prey.) Why can women find things so easily? (Because in protecting the nest they were used to scanning a wide field.) Why can’t women parallel-park? (Because low testosterone inhibits spatial ability.) Why won’t men ask for directions? (Because asking for directions is a sign of weakness, and hunters never show weakness.) This is where we are today. Men and women, tired of being the same, want to be different again.
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex