...or anyone else, really, who happens to be rather bored at the moment:
I just finished reading Anna Karenina, by Tolstoy, of course. I couldn't help but wonder how successful male authors actually are at getting "inside" a woman's thoughts. It almost seems presumptuous that many even try. When you read this and other psychological portraits such as Henry Jame's Portrait of a Lady or Madame Bovary by Flaubert, do the women come across as authentically female? For what it's worth, in the infamous 50 page stream of consciousness that closes James Joyce's Ulysses, Molly Bloom definitely seemed (to me, at least) to be thinking like a man.