Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
I got to warn you. I don’t read to analyze. I leave that to smart people. I do write what my general impression is, of course. But like some music lovers and art enthusiasts, I get the feeling that if I take a book or story or essay apart too much, that work will lose something of its magic. When I read this, I got the feeling that is what was happening with Woolf. She wrote a wonderful essay. It was full of interesting
When I read this, I got the feeling that is what was happening with Woolf. She wrote a wonderful essay. It was full of interesting facts and had a study case for what women, and indeed anyone seeking a creative life would need to succeed. And truthfully, men had all the cards in this, for a very long time. Even the possible reason why that was is written with understanding and wit instead of anger and ranting. And though I disagree with her on some of the finer points, I think the overall writing is sound.
That is why she is so well-renowned, after all. But I also got the feeling that she had lost some of that magic in a work that makes it special in its own right. Then again, this might just be two personalities clashing over words. And since she is dead, I fear I can’t go to her directly to ask what did she mean in this line, or when she wrote so and so. Believe me, I wish I could. But it is not so, so I have to bend my imperfect non-logical, non-analytical mind to the task of dissecting what she is trying to convey. I was defeated in under five minutes.
Some are made to think deeply, and some are made to feel deeply. And though I do not always think logically, I can feel truth very deeply. I know this is going t remain an important essay for years to come, and will continue to be read by wiser and cleverer than me. And when they do, please write a better review that will help me understand it better, and share it with me! Still, I am glad to have read it, and reflect on it.
Read it yourself, and let me know what your wordy-nerdy brains think of it.