A Room of One’s Own is based on a series of lecture Woolf delivered at the two women’s colleges in Cambridge University on the topic of “Women and Fiction”. It was published in 1929.
Woolf lamented the disparities women in a patriarchal society had to face throughout history. The stream of consciousness flowed into torrents of incisive social observations and satirical commentaries.
She noted that women had long been deprived of equitable opportunities in education and employment. Men were rich, women were poor; men got to roam the country and travel the world, women had to be satisfied with the domestic. Men were great writers, poets, playwrights, women had to concede to find fulfillment in “making puddings and knitting stockings”. Men had rooms to work, to rest, to create…women, the average, middle class women, seldom had a room of their own.
…to have a room of her own, let alone a quiet room or a sound-proof room, was out of the question, unless her parents were exceptionally rich or very noble, even up to the beginning of the nineteenth century.
And sadly, Woolf had to utter this statement:
Yet genius of a sort must have existed among women as it must have existed among the working classes.
Isn’t it true, Jane spent her most prolific years writing in a very public room in Chawton House. In the midst of family activities, at a small and spartan desk, she revised Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, wrote Mansfield Park, Emma, and Persuasion, and began Sanditon:
And isn’t it true that only in movies do we see the idyllic desk against a clear window, with soft light diffusing in, gently illuminating a lady dressed in elegant regency gown, writing on expansive papers and stationary, contemplating in solitude:
Room or no room, recognized or not, something happened towards the end of the eighteenth century that, according to Virginia Woolf, deserved much more mention in history than the Crusades or the Wars of the Roses: The middle-class woman began to write.
Woolf pointed out that not only did Jane Austen lack a room of her own, having had to write her novels in the very public sitting-room, she had to hide her manuscripts or cover them with a piece of blotting-paper, as observed by her nephew James Edward Austen Leigh in his Memoir of Jane Austen.
Ironically, there lay the genius of Austen, and the few woman writers around her time such as Bronte and George Eliot. Woolf wrote:
…and we must accept the fact that all those good novels, Villette, Emma, Wuthering Heights, Middlemarch, were written by women without more experience of life than could enter the house of a respectable clergyman; written too in the common sitting-room of that respectable house and by women so poor that they could not afford to buy more than a few quires of paper at a time upon which to write.
Little did they know, it was in such a room that they were trained in the prerequisites of novel writing:
…all the literary training that a woman had in the early nineteenth century was training in the observation of character, in the analysis of emotion. Her sensibility had been educated for centuries by the influences of the common sitting-room. People’s feelings were impressed on her; personal relations were always before her eyes. Therefore, when the middle-class woman took to writing, she naturally wrote novels…
Not only that, they wrote good novels. With reference to Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf concluded:
Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, without fear, without protest, without preaching. That was how Shakespeare wrote.
High praise indeed.
12 thoughts on “In Praise of Austen: Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own”
I’m not a huge Virginia Woolf fan, but I’ve always liked that essay.
It’s funny, I visited Orchard House in Concord, MA a couple of years ago and it struck me then that Louisa May Alcott’s situation compared so much to Jane Austen’s.
She too wrote in the parlor. She put a certain pillow out as a signal when she did not wish to be disturbed.
I then visited her bedroom. Her father had later fashioned a desk for her out of a plank of wood and attached it underneath her window. I remember thinking how rough and uncomfortable and low it appeared… and coupled with the style for ladies dresses at the time… I can’t imagine.
What a luxury it is for modern women to have a large desk or workspace in which to spread out. I look around my house and see all the places I have to store my “stuff”… and without my mother making me move it when she needed to serve tea.
bibliophylia: I agree that VW may not be a naturally appealing writer in general, but I quite enjoy her very incisive observations and biting commentaries.
Teresa AF: Yes, it’s amazing to find how creativity could strive admist physical hardships and social disparities. It just helps me admire and respect these past women writers more knowing the perseverence behind what seemed like sheer talents.
Excellent post, Arti–thank you for reviewing this book! It is actually on my reading list, and reading your post has prompted me to move it up on the list. 🙂
onlyanovel: I’m sure you’ll enjoy this ‘extended essay’ by VW. Let me know what you think after you’ve read it…and, welcome back!