
I knew not what to expect as I wandered to the third row of seats in Sorenson’s auditorium. I honestly hadn’t done any research on the speaker and was only there because I was promised five extra credit points for writing this blog. However, I must say, I was open-minded and highly-curious about what this self-proclaimed left-political feminist had in store for the audience. Katha Pollitt began her talk in a rather traditional way. She introduced herself and she told us that she had written for The New York Times and The Nation. Quite impressive. It seemed like the typical presentation.
Pollitt, then, picked up her book, entitled “Learning to Drive” and without the slightest shift in tone or expression, told us the title of her selected reading: “Memoir of a Shy Pornographer”. I could hear the hushed murmurs around me as people assumed that they had misheard or misinterpreted Pollitt’s words. No…she said it, she was to read from “Memoir of a Shy Pornographer”. She said she selected the reading because it was probably one of the few stories that we would not have previously read. Then, she began. The story was actually about her previous job as a pornography editor. Within the reading, she gave a few examples of the writing she would have to edit and touched on the epic dilemma between choosing words that were grammatically correct, but that would also put people in the mood. I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed watching my classmates shift in their seats as the mention of the word “fellatio.”
What I found most interesting was her discussion on the difference between porn films and books. Reading, in her opinion, “took more work”. It also gave the reader a higher sense of “freedom and power” than one would have when watching a video. The video imposes images into our mind’s eye—dictating that this is THE WAY to do it, or that is how it SHOULD look. Books, in contrast, allow one to utilize his or her “imagination”. Needless to say, I found this talk, very interesting.
Pollitt, then, picked up her book, entitled “Learning to Drive” and without the slightest shift in tone or expression, told us the title of her selected reading: “Memoir of a Shy Pornographer”. I could hear the hushed murmurs around me as people assumed that they had misheard or misinterpreted Pollitt’s words. No…she said it, she was to read from “Memoir of a Shy Pornographer”. She said she selected the reading because it was probably one of the few stories that we would not have previously read. Then, she began. The story was actually about her previous job as a pornography editor. Within the reading, she gave a few examples of the writing she would have to edit and touched on the epic dilemma between choosing words that were grammatically correct, but that would also put people in the mood. I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed watching my classmates shift in their seats as the mention of the word “fellatio.”
What I found most interesting was her discussion on the difference between porn films and books. Reading, in her opinion, “took more work”. It also gave the reader a higher sense of “freedom and power” than one would have when watching a video. The video imposes images into our mind’s eye—dictating that this is THE WAY to do it, or that is how it SHOULD look. Books, in contrast, allow one to utilize his or her “imagination”. Needless to say, I found this talk, very interesting.

