Long before I started this blog (weblog or online diary) — I was a list maker.

For example, I had a long, long list of books I’d read.

One day I drew up a list of favourite authors.

At some point I noticed that this list, and my full list, had very few female writers. (Dervla Murphy was a conspicuous exception.)

I had grown up with some kind of white man born in Canada 1957 bias towards male writers. Subconscious.

Since then I’ve made every effort to pay attention to female writers. And they now make up 50% of my books.

Even an old dog can learn.

Here’s that old list.