“Literature is analysis after the event.” Doris Lessing from The Golden Notebook.
To say that Doris Lessing had a huge impact on me is a monumental understatement.
I first read Lessing in 1970.
For two years I had been pouring all of my energy into the American antiwar movement, but now the New Left was exploding into fiery fragments — bombs going off on campuses, the Weatherman faction of SDS at the height of its insanity, paranoia, bone-grinding fear, bleak nihilism. During those two years of activism I had not read fiction. I remembered the writers I used to love, felt a nostalgia for a lost time when an innocent sweetness had been possible, but in 1970 it was not possible to admire John Updike for his elegant prose. Then I read The Golden Notebook and suddenly there was Lessing in all of her fury and intensity — WAKE UP, this is serious, this is BLOODY serious, this MEANS SOMETHING.