Women writers have been told, forever, that our stories were not valuable. Not as valuable as men's stories about wars, business, power.
If I told you about all the stories I don't tell, I would be violating the very boundaries I set for myself.
I was giving a speech one time, and the woman who introduced me said, 'Well, she used to be J. D. Salinger's girlfriend. I thought, 'God, is that all I've been?' I didn't want to be reduced to that.
Some literary types subscribe to the notion that being a writer like Salinger entitles a person to remain free of the standards that might apply to mere mortals.
Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger; I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.
Long after Salinger sent me away, I continued to believe his standards and expectations were the best ones.
