As I begin to read “A Room of One’s Own” by Virginia Woolf, i find myself wondering if I can even comprehend the words that she is saying. I know it is English that she writes but it is old time English, in which can be very arduous to comprehend her exact meaning. Not to mention it seemed she repeated herself, A LOT.
For the most part I understand how she claims that there is not much knowledge of female life, and how women had been poorly portrayed by authors and and poets until the 18th century. This must be frustrating for women looking back into the ages, to not be able to understand what they went through and how women were treated. I could only wrap my mind around parts of her excerpt, and the only reason I could do that is because I have had a fascination with English/literature throughout the years, so I knew what she spoke of when she was “name-dropping” past characters and authors. All in all I could not even make it through the entire passage. But what i retained from the material is how difficult it must have been for women in the 18th century.
Considering the author Mary Shelly (of Frankenstein) happened in the 19th century, and Emily Dickinson in the same century. The only artistic woman I could remember was Sappho in ancient Greece who wrote poetry. Aside from that I am quite happy that I live in the time in which I can actually write and be recognized for it, but there is still a long road for female directors and producers. A world I plan on being a part of.