In this major book, Griselda Pollock engages boldly in the culture wars
over `what is the canon?` and `what difference can feminism make?`
Do we simply reject the all-male line-up and satisfy our need for ideal
egos with an all women litany of artistic heroines? Or is the question a
chance to resist the phallocentric binary and allow the ambiguities and
complexities of desire - subjectivity and sexuality - to shape the
readings of art that constantly displace the present gender
demarcations?