Modernism Literature and the Feminist Perspective Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell c1912 The Stephen Family in 1894 Bloomsbury Years Lytton Strachey Virginia Woolf and John Maynard Keynes Portrait of Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell 1912 ID: 540558
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Virginia Woolf
Modernism, Literature and the Feminist PerspectiveSlide2
Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, c.1912Slide3
The Stephen Family in 1894Slide4Slide5
Bloomsbury YearsSlide6
Lytton Strachey, Virginia Woolf, and John Maynard KeynesSlide7
Portrait of Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, 1912 Slide8Slide9
Woolf and the
Dreadnought hoax
1910Slide10
Virginia and Leonard Woolf Slide11
Poster for the first Post-Impressionist exhibition, London, 1910Slide12
Roger Fry, self-portrait
Woolf’s biography of Roger Fry,
The Hogarth Press, 1940
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A Room of One’s Own
Instantly
a man's figure
rose
to intercept me
. Nor did I at first understand that the gesticulations of a curious-looking object, in a cut-away coat and evening shirt, were aimed at me. His face expressed horror and indignation. Instinct rather than reason came to my help; he was a Beadle;
I was a woman
. This was the turf; there was the path. Only Fellows and Scholars are allowed here;
the gravel is the place for me
.
The
only charge I could bring against the Fellows and Scholars of whatever the college might happen to be was that in the protection of their turf, which has been rolled for 300 years in succession,
they
had sent
my little fish into
hiding
…Slide15
A Room of One’s Own
but here I was actually at the door which leads into the library itself. I must have opened it, for instantly there issued,
like a guardian angel
barring the way with a flutter of black gown instead of white wings, a deprecating, silvery,
kindly gentleman
, who regretted in a low voice as he waved me back that ladies are only admitted to the library if accompanied by a Fellow of the College or furnished with a letter of introduction.Slide16
A Room of One’s Own
When, however, one reads of a
witch
being ducked
, of a
woman possessed by devils
, of a
wise woman selling herbs
, or even of a very remarkable man who had
a mother
, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily
Brontë
who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without singing them, was often a woman. Slide17
Modernism in Literature
Rejection of tradition
, Victorian values
Experimental
: Fragmented, non-representational, anti-realist
No
definite
plot
and sense of progress
New
narrative
techniques
: stream of consciousness, interior monologue,
intertexualitySlide18
Modernism in Literature
Themes related to the psyche
: self-alienation, self-reflexivity, emancipation, representation of human subjectivity
Making art equivalent to life
Challenging, unsettling and discomforting
effect
on readerSlide19
Woolf’s Innovation
Experimental story telling
Use of Stream of Consciousness
Use of historical past and its renewalSlide20
Stream of Consciousness
20
th
century narrative mode
Expresses flow of character’s thoughts and emotions
Like being inside the character’s mindSlide21
Stream of ConsciousnessSlide22
Stream of Consciousness
“What a lark! What a plunge! For so it always seemed to me when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which I can hear now, I burst open the French windows and plunged at
Bourton
into the open air. How fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as I then was) solemn, feeling as I did, standing there at the open window, that something awful was about to happen …”Slide23
Fragmentation
She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown; there being no more marrying, no more having of children now, but only this astonishing and rather solemn progress with the rest of them, up Bond Street, this being
Mrs
Dalloway; not even Clarissa any more; this being
Mrs
Richard Dalloway
.
… ‘That is all,’ she said, looking at the fishmonger’s. ‘That’s all,’ she repeated, pausing for a moment at the window of a glove show where, before the War, you could buy almost perfect gloves…
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