She died young—alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the cross—roads still lives.
I would have needed it when I was 18, and 25, and last year and yesterday! The opening sentence caught me, right away: If you are constantly in company, then "casual interruptions", as Woolf calls them, will eventually make you give up and do something less challenging.
Quiet space and time are fundamentally important, and women have been denied both over the course of history. As Woolf is a storyteller, even when she writes nonfiction, she demonstrates the creative process by evoking an afternoon on the riverbank, where she catches a thought just like a fish.
A man interrupts, and the thought disappears, never to be found again. She goes on to reflect on the development of literature, and the fact that men historically have produced more works of art than women.
Her question throughout the essay is: She analyses the traditional gender roles and points out that men have three advantages: Woolf creates a storyline for her quest to conquer the literary world of the 16th century just like Shakespeare did in real life, and shows the various stages at which her access to the world are blocked.
So far so good. Her lovely prose and beautiful literary examples make the argument for equality read like a novel, but I am always a bit cautious when I read political essays. I am almost nervous, as I fear I might stop loving the book when I read the conclusion.
But this is where she really surprises me, and where I feel that she has written the book for me specifically. She does not end by delivering a hate speech towards men, and by proclaiming that women should take over their roles and become more like them.
She rather insists that women should be given the same freedom to develop their OWN strengths: Ought not education to bring out and fortify the differences rather than the similarities?
I have never been able to accept that I must strive to be the SAME as a man, rather than to have the same basic opportunities to develop in my own way.
I found that insulting. What about cars, then? The same goes for the pinkophobia that some parents develop to protect their girls from looking too feminine.
It is a colour, just like blue? And why is it politically loaded, if blue is not? Are they not making the point that the things girls choose are less valuable?
I am in deep waters now, I realise, so I will return to why Virginia Woolf is such a role model and heroine for me. She sees human beings in their multifaceted identities, and claims, rightly in my opinion, that any creative person must be able to draw from male AND female parts of the mind: Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated.
The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the writer is communicating his experience with perfect fullness. There must be freedom and there must be peace. At the same time, it is a declaration of love to literature and creativity.
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4 minutes 59 seconds. By using their femininity as a tool, both of these leading women in Lysistrata and Agamemnon attain political control (albeit in different ways and for different goals) and in the process, highlight the implicit themes of the subservient nature of “typical" women by proving to be in such sharp contrast.
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At the same moment a note came in from a writer whom I prize and whose work I teach, Cynthia Ozick, and she has given me permission to print it here. Room to read. Room to write.
Room to converse across our many differences. Room is a diverse community of writers, artists, and readers who make space for all women’s voices.