Friday, April 3, 2009
A Room of One's Own - Virginia Woolf
To write a novel, you need 50 pounds a year, and a room of your own. Unless you're Jane Austen, in which cause you can make due with just a blotter of your own, to cover your writing with when someone saunters in.
I actually just meant to harvest some 'zingers' from this book for a paper I've been writing about 19th century women writers (long story). But, the thing about Virginia Woolf is that she persistently refuses to be soundbyted. Good for her! So I quoted her a good deal, but I ended up reading the whole book, when I should have been writing my paper...
Overall, however, I really enjoyed this book. I... respect Virginia Woolf. I like her writing, from an intellectual point of view, and I have certainly been AFFECTED by here writing. I've always been kind of jarred when I read her writing though, like... like it wasn't really written to me, or like I'm not quite smart enough to really commune with it (I comprehend it, but I don't understand it). I keep trying because I really almost feel it, and I WANT to feel it, and I know it isn't a lack of the book. This book was interesting to me from that point of view - it was sort of a... like a long chat with someone way smarter than you. Edifying, invigorating, comforting, interesting. Particularly, because the people she was talking about - the Brontes, Jane Austen, Gaskell, etc, etc - are old favorites of mine. But, I'm not really clever enough to say anything smart about it. So I won't, I suppose.