Death and sex are literature’s subjects, not science’s. What we care most about is what these subjects mean to us—not what they, in fact, are. When scientists attempt to enlighten us on these matters, they often fall to recounting certain metabolic processes, generally missing the point, while we readers sigh or snicker, wondering if the researcher has any experience out of the lab. This is not the case with Death and Sex by Tyler Volk and Dorion Sagan. See my review in New York Journal of Books.
N.Y. Civil Rights Law § 79-e (1994) permits a mother to breastfeed her child in any public or private location.
When I was a breast-feeding mother, I was told frequently (usually it was women) to “go find a private place to do that.” I would do no such thing. I carried my son in a sling and breastfed him while I walked to work on busy NY City streets. Once I was at a child care facility at my gym and a mother asked me not to breast feed in front of her 10-year-old son. Now that boy is probably going to be exposed to some nasty and tasteless pornography here pretty soon, and I figure the more positive images he has of women’s breasts the better.
If you’re a mom, don’t be afraid to flaunt it!
My first novel Smoking Hopes was released in hardcover by The Permanent Press in 1996. I’ve wanted it to go to ebook for a long time now, for reasons that I’ve been writing about in my “Literary Fiction” posts. Mainly the ebook appeal involves copyright protection for authors as well as greener practices for the globe. So I was really glad to see The Permanent Press go digital.