Bøker av Nancy K. Miller

This study scrutinizes the ancien regime's practices of unsafe sex, and the scenarios of libertinage in which both sexes were equally stylish antagonists. It also shows that women paid unequally, sometimes fatally, for the power games of libertine experiments.

My Brilliant Friends is an innovative group biography of three friendships forged in second-wave feminism. Poignant and politically charged, the book is a captivating personal account of the complexities of women's bonds.

In her latest work of personal criticism, Nancy K. Miller tells the story of how a girl who grew up in the 1950s and got lost in the 1960s became a feminist critic in the 1970s. As in her previous books, Miller interweaves pieces of her autobiography with the memoirs of contemporaries in order to explore the unexpected ways that the stories of other people's lives give meaning to our own. The evolution she chronicles was lived by a generation of literary girls who came of age in the midst of profound social change and, buoyed by the energy of second-wave feminism, became writers, academics, and activists. Miller's recollections form one woman's installment in a collective memoir that is still unfolding, an intimate page of a group portrait in process.

After her father's death, Nancy K. Miller discovered a minuscule family archive: a handful of photographs, an unexplained land deed, a postcard from Argentina, unidentified locks of hair. Miller follows their traces from one distant relative to another. Her story takes us back to the world of pogroms and mass emigrations at the turn of the twentieth century.

Miller's study examines the place of the autobio- graphical persona in contemporary theory and reflects on the ways in which identity and location shape academic argument and academic life.

How do we live with our parents after their death? How do we tell their story when they are gone? This book addresses these questions. It recreates a common experience - the loss of a father or a mother - and exposes the often tortuous paths of mourning and attachment that we follow in the wake of loss.