Performative Reading

Diary of an Author: 26 June

Today I went to a cafe to read. After a few minutes, a young man entered and sat down at the table next to mine. He pulled a paperback from his jacket pocket and opened it. It was a well-known feminist text. I knew his game. It was clear from the way he casually held the book that he was pretending to read it. He was clearly more interested in being see…