Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“My whole life, I know that,” Lulu says. “I think we all know that. So, like, I’m just wondering: Why give it so much space, still, here? If you want to teach a feminist film class, why not do it right, and do a whole semester on it, instead of just cramming it into your syllabus at the last minute? Oh, wait, sorry, I know the answer.”
“Lulu,” Mr. Winters says warningly. You didn’t tell off Doug and Isaac, Lulu thinks. She’s about to get an earful when Kiley interrupts him.
“Can I ask why you decided to think about diversity just in terms of men and women?” she asks. “What about race? I’ve noticed that, other than our detour into Confederate propaganda early in the semester, we haven’t focused much on filmmakers of color. If we’re making this class inclusive, I’d love to see some racial diversity as well. Especially since most of the women we’re watching this week”—she indicates the syllabus Mr. Winters has written onto the whiteboard—“are white.”
This earns her an appreciative hoot from Rob Sullivan, the other black kid in the class, and Charlie Andrews, who probably thinks he has a chance with Kiley just because she’s a sophomore and he’s a senior.
Everyone else is silent.
“Exactly, Kiley,” Lulu says. “You can’t just shove a handful of films onto your existing syllabus and say you’re making a real change. There’s more than a week’s worth—more than a semester’s worth—there’s so much, um—”
This is why she doesn’t talk in class: no time to strategize how best to express herself. Woke Winters, she thinks, already imagining what Doug is texting Isaac under his desk. Loony Lulu. She’s being shrill. She can’t stop herself. Her voice keeps squeezing itself out the narrowing channel of her throat.
“But that’s true of cinema in general,” Mr. Winters says, looking at Lulu, then turning to nod at Kiley. His tone is infuriatingly placid, as if to highlight how emotional Lulu is. “There’s no way we can cover everything—even if we picked an incredibly niche topic, let’s say feminist filmmakers just 1960 to present, or black filmmakers in the 1970s, we couldn’t really do it justice in two semesters, probably. The class has always been a survey. I’m just trying to start broadening the survey a bit.
“I’d love to hear your suggestions for what else should be included. Lulu, Kiley, anyone else. And it might be interesting for you to petition the school for courses specifically on black history, or feminism. They always respond more strongly when they know there’s student interest and enthusiasm for a proposed course.”