"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
For someone who loves Woolf, I am surprised it took me so long to read this slim little volume. I think I always brushed it off as being unimportant compared to her novels. I mean, why read essays when you can read her lyrical flowing writing in Mrs. Dalloway or The Waves? After Jillian raved about this one, I knew I needed to get to it sooner rather than later, and I am glad I reached for it one night.
I feel I can tell you all now that this is now my favorite Woolf, knocking The Waves down a notch. The simple fact is that this "simple essay" has a lot more impact and punch than you would expect.
As a woman who is a read and a writer, Woolf was speaking to me throughout her ramblings and examples. I accepted and understood what she had to say about the plight of women in a writing profession. For centuries, a woman's main role was that of wife and mother. We all know that women have historically stayed at home to take care of children rather than make a living. Woolf merely expands on this idea in new and interesting ways. She invents a sister for Shakespeare who also wanted to write. Rather than being allowed to have that opportunity, as a woman she was forced instead into a more traditional role.
I love that Woolf creates this scenario and continues to harp that women, in order to write, need money and a room of their own to write and create. I read a few passages out loud to Matt, and he chuckled at a few. He said, "don't we all need money to create?"
Of course we all do, but Woolf's point is that if a woman really wanted to strike out on a career that is drastic and different from what society expects, she CAN create with money to get her by. That might not even apply to writing in today's world.
I also love her comparisons between male and female writers. Of course men and women write about different things. I am having a hard time thinking of a female write who has written an epic war novel, while I can think of MANY male writers who have. We cherish and love different things. But because women have been held back from writing, we see far more male writers in earlier centuries than female. What would our written history be like if females had been writing more? If they had been encouraged to write? I think we would view things differently!
But more than any of this insight, I am walking away feeling inspired by a woman who lived my dream. I dabble in writing, and while I continue to write on an almost daily basis, I still try to find purpose in what I set down. Now I feel the push and the urge to capture the things around me I most care about in a way that years from now, someone else may find that same kind of inspiration. Perhaps that is a grand sort of goal, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to reach for it anyway.
"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say."
If you haven't read this one yet, you should. It was different than her fiction (obviously), but it really does capture the same genius she expresses there. If you have read this one, what did you think?
"Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind."
I think with the 'room of one's own,' what Woolf is really saying is that men could come home from work, kick off their shoes, and write. They could write at the office. They had that space.ReplyDelete
Women were locked in the home, usually surrounded by children and never off-duty. They didn't have the luxury of coming home, kicking off their shoes, and writing. They were wives, mothers, homeschoolers, nurses, maids (etc!)
Too, men (at least the rich ones) had a library. Louisa May Alcott's father (a writer) was often locked away in his library, writing. Charlotte Bronte's father too, if I remember right.
I'm so glad you were inspired to pick this one up sooner rather than later, and that you loved it as I did! I definitely have this on my reread list. :-)
This essay is seminal in both women's literature and women's rights. The idea of a room of one's one can relate directly to women writing, or can be taken symbolically and apply to women in other pursuits in society. Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely one you can't miss if you want to understand literature today. :)ReplyDelete
LOVE IT! This was my first Woolf undertaking as a young 20-something and it made me feel so smart and informed and uplifted. I think I'm due for a re-read!ReplyDelete
I read this last year and quite liked it, though I admit I have Fear of Woolf. . . . I don't do well with stream-of-consciousness. I do have a copy of To the Lighthouse on the TBR shelf, which I bought at the library sale, but I am afraid of it.ReplyDelete
Just reread my post: 'I think what Woolf is really saying...' Yikes! Hope that didn't come off as cocky as it sounds. I popped in here in a hurry during homework this morning. I only meant to add my thoughts to yours, not sound like a know-it-all -- ha! Well, you probably get blog-box-speak. :-)ReplyDelete
Interesting. When I read The Bell Jar, I ended up feeling slightly depressed lol. So I am not sure if I should read this one! She is a fantastic writer though. Can't deny that.ReplyDelete
I have never read anything by her...this likes a good place to start!ReplyDelete
I really enjoyed this essay too. My brain is mush right now or I'd say something profound in addition to that...ReplyDelete
I've never read any Woolf (yet), but I think that once I do, I will probably start with this essay. Everything I've heard about it makes me think that I will enjoy reading it and that it will offer much to ponder.ReplyDelete