Jane Austen 200: Room or No Room, She Did It

Today is the Bicentenary of Jane Austen’s death. On July 18, 1817, suffering excruciating pain, Jane died of her illness at age 41. As a tribute, I’m reposting my article on Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own.

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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:

Jane's writing desk in Chawton

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.

 

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If she’s not birding by the Pond, Arti’s likely watching a movie, reading, or writing a review. Bylines in Asian American Press, Vague Visages, Curator Magazine.

7 thoughts on “Jane Austen 200: Room or No Room, She Did It”

  1. I remember this post, too — and that table. What I missed the first time around was the last paragraph. We need more people writing that way today, as an antidote to the hatred, bitterness, and fear that’s being sent out into the world.

    I’ve had a post in my files since we first met that uses the Woolf book as a reference. The time may have come to finally finish it up, and let it see the light of day. It involves my great-aunt Inazel, who herself was born in the 18th century (if barely) and who was a bit of a writer herself.

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    1. Linda,

      Those who think JA had lived an idyllic life free from burdens and hardships ought to reconsider after reading her bio. That’s what makes VW’s quote here (the one you notice this time) even more poignant and hopefully leaves us with a higher respect for the writer, who sadly died at such a young age. I’m sure those who have read all her six novels would want so much to read more of her work. If she could have lived just 10 more years…

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  2. Fascinating! I don’t remember reading this before, Arti, and am so glad you reposted. Thank you for those excerpts and your referencing those idyllic desks. Those are some of my favorite scenes (like Emma Thompson in S&S). Linda’s comment about that last paragraph is so good.

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    1. nikkipolani,

      Hopefully this Bicentenary year could prompt some who have not read JA’s novels to start, at least to have a taste of it. We need more writing like that.

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  3. I remember this post from long ago. It particularly interests me because there is an opinion piece I have saved out of the NYT for you by the woman who wrote a comprehensive Austen bio saying she had great doubts that Austen hid her writing, that this was one of the myths passed down from generation to generation. I wonder if we’ll ever really know.

    I do think we need a room of our own (Or in my case, a house of my own!)

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    1. Jeanie,

      Interesting divergent view. But we know for a fact that Austen published all her works anonymously. We get glimpses of her life from her own letters, and also from the biography written by her nephew Edward Austen-Leigh, who knew her well and was impressed by “her decorum in always hiding her work”. Anyway, one thing we’re at a loss for is the short life she’d lived, giving us only 6 novels. If she’d had only a few more years…

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  4. I think it was in Elizabeth Jenkin’s bio of Austen where she said that a literary genius will find her own space to create, whatever the physical conditions are. I suppose it’s true of artists, too. Van Gogh for example. Such a fascinating subject.

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