It’s back to an old grievance today: WHY do books by men receive so much more attention than books by women? Or, for that matter, works of art, musical compositions and everything else? I walked down Cork Street in London this week , where the galleries featured exhibitions almost exclusively of work by men; I arrived home to find an enormous pile of book parcels -as a reviewer of crime fiction for the Literary Review I receive an average of 50 books a month and have space to mention about eight or nine of them. Given that at least one third of crime novels published are written by women, why are almost all the books I am sent by men? It is one of life's little mysteries or rather, if one is a woman who writes crime novels, one of life's bigger grievances!