Sharon Blackie

A collection of primarily British, Irish and Scottish myths and archetypes of old women. The author systematically examines folklore, mythology, and fairy tales and groups them into broad thematic images of elder women. What can we learn from these tales about how we may be in old age? Old women past their fertile years are often practically invisible in modern Western culture. What are aging women meant to do with their lives? Media would have us to believe that our stories are over, but these ancient cultural images of women suggest that we have much still to offer the world.

I enjoyed the collected stories of old women in folklore. I did not care for the bizarre veering off into TERF content towards the end of the book. It came out of left field and really made me question the author's self-awareness. She complains about terms like "people who menstruate" and how it's "erasing" women, completely oblivious to the fact that not all women menstruate. Like herself for instance.

This book is a fascinating exploration of positive and powerful elder female images, and that's fine. I like the idea of thinking about what type of old woman I want to be. But I think time should also be spared for thinking about the type of old woman I do not want to be. God save me from being an old woman so privileged and out of touch that I wind up oppressing others. Perhaps it was just the more critical eye I turned to the author after she showed her ass in the TERF chapter, but I quickly became aware of the patronizing and controlling tone of her writing. This really came out in the chapter where she described briefly her cancer diagnosis and treatment. The way she blisteringly scolds other cancer patients for not properly appreciating their disease was kinda shocking. I think it's fine that she approached cancer as a transformative gift that she should welcome and attempt to learn from. It apparently worked for her. But telling other people that they're suffering wrong is an absolutely unhinged thing to do.

She follows up this tirade with a long screed about how retirement is stupid and people should find their calling and work until they die instead of enjoying themselves. Nevermind that having the luxury to "find your calling and unique gifts" is an outlandishly privileged thing that not everyone can afford to do. The final chapter really clanged hollow for me. It reminded me that another archetypical attribute of elderhood is loudly proclaiming unsolicited and out-of-touch advice. Definitely not the type of old woman I want to be.… (more)

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Disappointing. I struggled with the style of writing and the unnecessary dramatics, which is no doubt why it took such an inordinate time to read.

This was portrayed as a female driven retelling of European folklore & myths, but the story of Baba Yaga (or in this case ‘Babs’ the hippie) was the strangest and most unconvincing version I’ve come across. There was a definite repetitiveness to the tales, generally revolving around women being wronged and getting revenge. In one instance a woman was actually glad her husband slept with another, so that she could improve her sexual skills to please him! What the actual F?!

I found Last Man Standing the most enjoyable, but overall the artwork was the better element of the book. In fact I found this to be more ‘anti-man’ than a celebration of woman.… (more)