One of this summer’s hottest reads is, in fact, almost 50 years old — a feminist cult classic that has spent much of its life gathering dust on the shelves of secondhand bookshops (where it was rediscovered by a marketing manager at Faber).
But at a time where online tradwives are peddling themselves as the remedy to 21st-century burnout, this Walden-meets-The Feminine Mystique tale feels like a newly relevant and enduringly subversive clarion call.
