Any Man: A Novel

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I checked out this book being super skeptical cos like Amber is a celebrity and I was worried it would be a big pretentious or detached from reality. Taking you away from your timelines and newsfeeds, and forcing you to see how we behave as a group from a clearer, more distant perspective.

How our behaviour looks from a macro perspective, instead of the micro that we are so used to seeing in our own little bubbles.Her victims then must live the aftermath of their assault in the form of doubt from the police, feelings of shame alienation from their friends and family and the haunting of a horrible woman who becomes the phantom on which society projects its greatest fears, fascinations and even misogyny. While reading Any Man, I was reminded of Dietland, a bestselling novel by Sarai Walker, recently turned into a TV show, which features a shadowy vigilante feminist group known only as “Jennifer” that murders predatory men. I had really severe carpal tunnel syndrome and De Quervain syndrome in both arms … if I typed for long periods of time, my arms would go numb. With Sebastian they applaud his strength and celebrate his upcoming book while with Michael all they can talk about is his criminal record and his assigned at birth gender which has absolutely nothing to do with the attack but there are also those that support Maude and believe that men are finally getting what they deserve after putting women through this treatment for centuries which I didn’t agree with at all, that isn’t an experience you’d wish on your worst enemy let alone the average person whose done nothing wrong. Overall, Any Man was a dark and disturbing look into male sexual assault, victim blaming and much more and it really makes you ask certain questions.

She did a great job figuring out the crimes itself and probably actually got through to the readers re brutality and discomfort. Maude is not meant to be a believable, three-dimensional character but, rather, “a sort of projection of all of society’s dehumanising of women”. i had to pause and take a breather because i was absolutely enraged by the section that's a transcript of a talk show discussing the validity of male rape. Additionally, the way it's written is meant to evoke the feeling, at times, of what it is to be a survivor of sexual assault in all its different forms. Like they were happy about someone’s downfall, and I think that’s the part of religion I don’t like.It’s about how survivors grapple with their new reality and their upended perception of themselves, their relationships, their bodies and the world around them. I actually wasn't sure if I would be finishing the book because it took some time to get used to the style, but am glad I didn't give up on it. What You Need to Know: This is a story about the male victims of a serial rapist known only as "Maude". I’m not religious, but my mom is Christian and she hates when people hear she’s a Christian and assume she probably doesn’t like gay people, or that she’s probably against immigration. How they will have to live with this for the rest of their lives and how by using each other as a support group, you can eventually, hopefully, more forward.

It is abstract in its prose, but it’s in this abstract style that you are hit with so much raw, unflinching emotion that it becomes impossible to look away and impossible to stop reading. Part of [the book’s] brutality came from “carrying a woman inside of me, in 2016, during that particular election year”. She may be catching up to the times but she is catching up and she does listen if you come to her with a solid argument.this has great commentaries about how the society treats rape victims and how you always have to prove that something bad has happened to you. Amber Tamblyn sits across from me in her mother’s art studio, where the wood-paneled walls are populated with promotional photos and memorabilia from Tamblyn’s career, which started when she was 10 — including an adorable “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” poster with her character’s name (Tibby) scrawled in cursive with an exclamation mark. When you don’t feel seen, you, of course, get furious, which I think is how a lot of women have felt for a long time. You live within the characters as they speak; you watch the news, you read the tweets, you see the texts. It is the property of a society that sees my breasts and my pussy before it sees me, Sara, the human being with a mind and a soul and a heartbeat that's just as strong and vital and important as that fucking asshole on that bus and all the assholes before and after.