First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
Then, I'd like to share some thoughts about the famous essay
A Room of One's Own by the wonderful
Virginia Woolf.
She wrote it in 1928/1929, reworking ideas from two lectures she had given to her students at Cambridge on the subject of women and literature. One of the most interesting aspects for me was the part about William
Shakespeare’s imaginary sister-poetess.
Woolf states that there is a very close link between any artistic creation and the artist’s everyday life. The creative process is fed by sentiment much more than any mathematical or logical process. A scientist can work and get results regardless of his / her state of mind, whereas a work of art clings like a spider’s web to what its creator does – what time they get up, what their preoccupations or problems are – and the way they feel while working on the piece.
Woolf uses this to explain why there are fewer women artists than men, and far fewer women writers... She takes as her example William Shakespeare and an imaginary sister of his who she decides to call Judith. She analyses the family, social and cultural context that this sister, who was born with the same talent and the same creative desire as him, would have found herself living in.
In England, in the second half of the XVI century, women were not given any kind of education and very few women knew how to read or write. They were more or less the property of their husbands, and were not legally allowed to have, or to earn, money of their own.
They would certainly not have been able to live a life of freedom in London like the one enjoyed by William Shakespeare when he abandoned Stratford and his wife – without earning himself the title of faithless husband or adulterer. And women were not allowed to perform on stage. It would have been impossible for this sister to express herself.
As we know, when Woolf was alive, there was heated debate on the subject. There were people who believed that women were of inferior intelligence compared to men; people who openly declared that it would be impossible for a woman to create a work of genius like those of William Shakespeare. And some years ago, reading her wonderful, impassioned, unmissable and still current work, it made me want to talk about Mozart’s sister Nannerl... But that’s another story!
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