His letter to Naomi is postmarked accordingly from an organization unrecognizable to us in the real world: something called “The Men Writers Association.” “Thank you so much for this,” he gushes in a cover letter that resonates with any woman who has sent off her own fawning letters to men of influence. We can call Neil a “man author,” like we do so often with “women authors,” because, in the future Neil lives in, he’s the one who is cautiously writing against a tradition that excludes his sex. Or, rather, it’s the world of Neil Adam Armon, a fictional author who has sent a historical novel called The Power to a writer named Naomi Alderman for an early read. This happens to be the world of Naomi Alderman’s new novel, The Power. These complaints seemed to come from a future era, in which men have forgotten that, for the last few millennia, they were, in fact, the ones methodically creating spaces where only, then mostly, men could be. They claimed that if the same theaters had attempted to host an all-male screening of, say, Thor 3, no one would allow it. Earlier this year, groups of men were up in arms about a series of women-only screenings of Wonder Woman at Alamo Drafthouse theaters in Austin and New York.
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