The Abortion

by Richard Brautigan

I don’t like it when a man writes a story from a man’s perspective about a woman’s body, especially when it includes many passages like “The author was a girl about twelve years old, just entering into puberty. She had lemon-sized breasts against a green sweater. She was awakening to adolescence in a delightful way”.

Pervy and patriarchal, not to mention extremely mundane.