Just read Iron Rod’s splendid piece, also taking some swipes at Virginia
Woolf. I say let’s bring her down. She was a horrible person–such a snob
she was even snobbish towards her servants. A feminist acquaintance of mine
some years ago urged me to read “A Room Of My Own,” told me it was a
founding text of modern feminism. What a crock–with all her money, VW
didn’t have a room of her own? Heck, **I** don’t have a room of my own. I
have a study, but it’s on the way to the downstairs bathroom, so I don’t get
much privacy. And the high point of “Room” is when VW is refused admission
to the Bodleian Library. My friend thought this was absolutely scandalous.
I pointed out that if, at around the same point in time (1920 or so) my
grandfather John Henry Knowles had showed up at the Bodleian in his moleskin
trousers & carrying his coal-miner’s lamp, HE wouldn’t have been admitted
either. VW was just a pampered middle-class neurotic with too much time on
her hands. The Bloomsberries have a lot to answer for. Their net
contribution to Western Civ was negative, and VW was at the heart of it.