Once again, I’ve been really overcomitting myself on the reading challenges, and my “currently reading” shelf stands at 13 books. đŽ I shall try to make heads or tails of it in this post.
The weather has been pretty lovely here, by the way. Still kind of chilly, a classic Northwest April. Daffodils and morning birdsong are the little reminders that life indeed goes on!
Continue readingIn A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf takes us through a history of women in fiction, from the unknown poets of Elizabethan times to 18th and 19th-century writers like Jane Austen and Charlotte BrontĂŤ. This little book is not only for feminists, but for anyone interested in the life and classic writings of female authors.
Apologies for the intermittent background noise, near the beginning of the episode. It was probably me leaning on my “lectern” – i.e. a white cabinet on wheels, which may not be the most stable setup… I’ll be taking extra precautions in the future!
Sources / Further Reading:
“Virginia Woolf Was More Than Just a Womenâs Writer” – Humanities magazine
Virginia Woolf’s suicide note (Wikisource)
Napoleonic Code (Encyclopedia Britannica)
Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own has me currently entranced with its gentle, yet poignant questions about women’s history – not just in fiction, but in culture and arts generally.
According to a Washington Post quiz (which, given its loaded questions, ought to be taken with a pinch of salt), I come under the umbrella of “Yes, but…” feminists, meaning I identify as somewhat feminist but am also critical of feminism as it stands today. Without getting deeply into the topic – I am trying, by a thread, to stay apolitical on this blog – I would say that’s a fairly accurate summary of my outlook.
My main concern for women’s rights are those basic ones which are still lacking in other countries. In Woolf’s book, I am reminded that women in the West underwent similar struggles. For example, as lately as 100 years ago, a choice of career was limited:
…I had made my living by cadging odd jobs from newspapers, by reporting a donkey show here or a wedding there; I had earned a few pounds by addressing envelopes, reading to old ladies, making artificial flowers, teaching the alphabet to small children in a kindergarten. Such were the chief occupations that were open to women before 1918. (ch. 2)
More to come on this later. (This will be Monday’s podcast episode!)
Here I just wanted to share a piece by Clara Schumann, the talented pianist and composer, best known (for better or worse) as the wife of composer Robert Schumann. Like Robert, Clara composed lieder, or songs, which put German poetry to music. (I picture the German gentry gathering around of a summer’s evening, listening to a talented family member performing these songs, though whether that is totally accurate, I cannot say.)
These are the lyrics, translated by David Kenneth Smith:
| Der Mond kommt still gegangen | The moon so peaceful rises |
| Emanuel Geibel (1815-1884)Â | Op. 13 No. 4 |
| Der Mond kommt still gegangen | The moon so peaceful rises |
| mit seinem gold’nen Schein, | with all its golden shine, |
| da schläft in holdem Prangen | there sleeps in lovely glitter |
| die mßde Erde ein. | the weary earth below. |
| Und auf den Lßften schwanken | And on the breezes waft down |
| aus manchem treuen Sinn | from many faithful hearts |
| viel tausend Liebesgedanken | true loving thoughts by the thousand |
| ßber die Schläfer hin. | upon the sleeping ones. |
| Und drunten im Tale, da funkeln | And down in the valley, there twinkle |
| die Fenster von Liebchens Haus;Â | the lights from my lover’s house; |
| ich aber blicke im Dunkeln | but I in darkness still look out – |
| still in die Welt hinaus. | silent – into the world. |
Hello again! Hope anyone who is reading this is doing well and, if it’s winter where you are, staying warm. đÂ
I was off to a good reading start this year, but the last month has been nothing short of hectic. My excuse this time is I’ve been mentoring young programmers on a local robotics team, gearing up for a big competition next month. Between work during the day and robots in the evening, reading was pushed to the back burner. However, the bulk of our programming is completed, and now we can kick back a little and I can (hopefully) find time to read again.
I’m actually on track with Deal Me In; I’ve just not blogged regularly. Here are the stories I’ve drawn for the last month or so (and yes, diamonds keep randomly showing up!).
Q ⣠Circles
This essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson is probably quintessential Transcendentalist reading. In “Circles,” Emerson encourages the reader to look at life in the form of circles – Venn diagrams, really. He suggests there is always a bigger circle than the one you see; that, for example, knowledge and religious beliefs are circles which can be at some future date surpassed by larger circles, the decryption of the present unknown.
Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.
It was interesting to read this story at this time. I recently read up on the Sikh religion and can see certain parallels between Sikhism and Unitarianism, the latter of which has links to Transcendentalism. I can see the appeal in this philosophy, but I find problems with it, from a religious standpoint – but I won’t go into that here (at least, not for now).Â
This is a good one to read if you want to get the gist of Transcendentalism in a short, digestible format.
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9 ⣠The Death of a MothÂ
My first Virginia Woolf was disappointing, actually. The writing in this sketch is ok, but underwhelming for such a big name. I still want to read one of her longer works; maybe short stories weren’t her thing.
5 ⌠Rumpelstiltskin
A wicked king enslaves a girl to spin gold…and then marries her?! I don’t remember this one being so troubling – did I grow up with a censored version? Either way, another unsettling story collected by the Grimm brothers.Â
4 ⌠The Woman with Two Skins
You know it’s a bad story when it starts and ends with slavery. The Grimms have serious competition with this frightful tale, which I found on World of Tales. It was collected by a man named Elphinstone Dayrell (there’s a fairytale name!), who apparently worked as a district commissioner in Nigeria and was a member of the Royal Geographical Society…considering he was interested in local folk tales, I’d say he was probably unusual for a colonist. This story has certain universal elements – a wicked woman, a witch (male, in this case), and a small but strong protagonist. In any case, though some may not like the turn-of-the-century British vocabulary, I have to give Dayrell credit for documenting the story. I’m not sure it’s suitable for children; like Grimm, it is what it is!
