Simone de Beauvoir had reservations [about Istanbul, Turkey]. She commented on the absence of women in the streets: “It felt as though we were on the fringe of a disinherited country and of some dismal Middle Ages.”
When [James Joyce was] asked by an interviewer if Molly Bloom’s climactic monologue in Ulysses was an example of “stream of consciousness”, he reportedly said, “when I hear the word ‘stream’ … what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel … Molly Bloom … would never have indulged in anything so refined as a stream of consciousness”.
“Oh God, in my misspent youth as a housewife, I too used to bake bread, in those hectic and desolating days just prior to the women’s movement,” wrote Carter, reviewing David’s English Bread and Yeast Cookery. “I used to feel so womanly when I was baking my filthy bread. An ecstasy of false consciousness.”
Also, Sylvia Plath used to make a fine tomato soup cake, apparently.