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- “When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed
by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man
who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a
suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who
wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
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- A feminist and a Modernist whose novels often ignored traditional plots
to follow the inner lives and musings of her characters.
- Dissatisfied with the novel based on familiar, factual, and external
details, Woolf followed experimental clues to a more internal,
subjective, and in a sense more personal rendering of experience.
- Her death by drowning in Lewes, Sussex, on March 28, 1941, has often
been regarded as a suicide brought on by the unbearable strains of life
during World War II. The true explanation seems to be that she had felt
symptoms of a recurrence of a mental breakdown and feared that it would
be permanent.
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- Early and rich insight into:
- the socioeconomic processes of occupational segregation,
- wage discrimination,
- imposition of separate spheres,
- social exclusion
- trickle-down patriarchy.
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- This work is essentially a lengthy essay, which is “based upon two
papers read to the Arts Society at Newnham and at Girton in October
1928” (Woolf 1929:1). Woolf explains that she was requested to deliver a
lecture on “women and fiction.”
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- The essential point is that a woman, in order to be able to write
fiction, needs an allowance of at least £500 a year as well as a room of
her own, i.e., the freedom of being unencumbered by demanding family
members. This is something few women in the world possess, even today.
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- a well-known metaphor, Woolf describes what would have been the likely
scenario if Shakespeare were to have had an equally talented sister.
Upon the completion of a great works, she might have tried to get a
theater producer interested in having it performed. Alas, during this
endeavor, she would very likely have been raped in the alley behind the
theater, would have become pregnant, abandoned, and be condemned to a
life of destitution.
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- “Tell me, Auntie. What is the one thing a writer has to have?”
“I'll tell you,” says the imagination. “The one thing a writer
has to have is not balls. Nor is it a child-free space. Nor is it even,
speaking strictly on the evidence, a room of her own, though that is an
amazing help, as is the goodwill and cooperation of the opposite sex, or
at least the local, in-house representative of it. But she doesn't have
to have that. The one thing a writer has to have is a pencil and some
paper. That's enough, so long as she knows that she and she alone is in
charge of that pencil, and responsible, she and she alone, for what it
writes on the paper. In other words, that she's free. Not wholly free.
Never wholly free. Maybe very partially. Maybe only in this one act,
this sitting for a snatched moment being a woman writing, fishing the
mind's lake. But in this, responsible; in this, autonomous; in this,
free.”– from Ursula K. LeGuin’s essay
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- Ursula K. LeGuin's interpretation of narrative, based on an
anthropological theory that the first tool used by humanity wasn't, as
popular media would have us think, a stick to bash someone with, but a
bag-- something to use to carry home the nuts and berries, or the
fortunately caught rabbit for dinner, or even hold the baby who would
wiggle and wander off to be lost without some kind of attention being
paid, attention that needed to be on the gathering of daily foodstuff
instead. LeGuin imagines that the true shape of narrative is more like
that carrier bag-- not the pointed, linear hero-quest where halfway
through you slay the beast and move on to a heroic victory parade, but a
mixture of things thrown together next to each other, jostling, competing,
and overlapping, somewhat like a quilt, enhancing each other, but
sometimes contrasting.
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- So it doesn't take successful publication, or money in the bank,
necessarily (although we strive towards those two things.) Freedom means
doing it: Thinking. Reading. Writing. And all of those things are easy--
we can do them any time any place, even in the midst of peeling potatoes
or feeding cats or kids or driving our cars to work… I think that what a
writer does best is to explore, walk around in the ideas, and imagine
questions, if not answers. The answers are probably up to you anyway--
so what do you think it means to be a woman writer today, and what shape
does your narrative, the narrative of your life and work, take?
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- Some of the text of this slideshow (the parts about Woolf) is from: http://www.bridgew.edu/SoAS/jiws/may00/bechtold.htm
- The LeGuin stuff is from my own speech on Women Writers:
- http://www.womenwriters.net/summer04/wellsspeech.html
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