Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Why did I never read Virginia Woolf?


A Room of One's Own

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Should have been titled 500 pounds a year and a room of one's own, because that's what it's all about.  It's a brilliant set of essays put together into a short book, and well worth the reading by anyone.  Anytime.  Anywhere.

Where are the great women writers, prior to the nineteenth century?  What would have happened if Shakespeare had a sister?  Why don't women take their places in the world of science and philosophy?

They've been too busy keeping the human race running.  And great thought--or writing--doesn't grow from a crack on a sterile sidewalk--it needs the piled up compost of a ten century long cultivation.  Exactly what women didn't have. They do now--and they better make use of it.

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