Yesterday, the Guardian published a list of "fifty books you must read", which you can find here. (They resisted the temptation, at least, to add the words "before you die". I once had a customer looking with sadness at just such an entitled book, saying how perfect a gift it would be for her father-in-law, if only he wasn't seriously ill in hospital.) The uniting theme of this particular list-building exercise is that all of the books in question have been turned into movies. It's a pretty unremarkable list, so once you have entertained yourself for the full twenty seconds that it affords, you can do what I did, and count the number of books written by women. Then count the number of books in which women are raped, murdered, or purchased for sex. Guess which there are more of. No surprise to this touchy feminist.