Book Review: A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf (1929)

Since Virginia Woolf’s domination of The Guardian’s list of the 100 best novels of all-time—she scored 5 books on the list—I’ve thought “I should read more of her work.” I picked up A Room of One’s Own at a used bookstore, thinking that I had read it in college, but as I was paging through it, I thought “Hmmm, this has 6 chapters and 125 pages? I think I only read part of it.” Now I can say that I’ve actually read all of A Room of One’s Own. 

First published in 1929, A Room of One’s Own is Woolf’s examination of the hurdles that women face in writing fiction. 97 years later, it’s still a very relevant book. One of the parts that struck me the most is the passage in which Woolf is describing how much power and control men exert over public life at that time. “With the exception of the fog he seemed to control everything. Yet he was angry...it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry.” (p.42-3) Yes, that’s it exactly! Think of today’s “manosphere,” which is just spewing toxic anger and vitriolic misogyny. For decades, maybe even centuries, white men have been terrified of losing power, either to non-whites or to women. And Woolf captures that ridiculous anger perfectly. 

Woolf famously wrote that in order to write, a woman needs 500 pounds a year, and “a room of one’s own.” How much would 500 pounds a year be in 2026? According to the Bank of England’s inflation calculator, which can calculate how prices have changed going back to 1209, 500 pounds in 1929 would be 28,375 pounds in 2026. That’s $38,707 in US dollars. $38,700 is a good amount of money, but it wouldn’t necessarily be enough to support yourself if that was your only source of income. It might be able to support you if you were a single woman living in a small town, but if you’re trying to live in midtown Manhattan, $38,700 won’t last you very long. But $38,700 would certainly be a nice cushion if you were getting that much money from, say, an inheritance. 

Woolf comes down a little hard on Charlotte Brontë. Woolf clearly loves Jane Austen, and while she appreciates Brontë, she can’t help but compare the two authors. Woolf writes of Brontë: “she will never get her genius expressed whole and entire. Her books will be deformed and twisted. She will write in a rage where she should write calmly. She will write foolishly where she should write wisely...She is at war with her lot. How could she help but die young, cramped and thwarted?” (p.81) Yikes. It’s hard because our brains always compare two things. Thing A is like this, so Thing B is the opposite. Writer A is like this; Writer B is like that. Two writers will always be different because they are different people, so they will inevitably produce two different works of art, even if they are trying to write about the same subject matter. Some people write calmly, and some people write with fire and fury. 

At the end of Chapter 5, Woolf writes of her fictional female author Mary Carmichael, “Give her another hundred years...she will be a poet...in another hundred years’ time.” (p.106) We’re almost 100 years past Woolf’s book. I don’t claim to be any kind of expert on the current state of women writing fiction, so it would be fascinating to read a leading contemporary female author tackle the same subject that Woolf did, 100 years later.

I’d highly recommend A Room of One’s Own; it’s a fascinating and engaging read. 

Book Review: Becoming the Ex-Wife: The Unconventional Life & Forgotten Writings of Ursula Parrott, by Marsha Gordon (2023)

The cover of Becoming the Ex-Wife: the Unconventional Life & Forgotten Writings of Ursula Parrott, by Marsha Gordon, 2023. That's such a cool photo of Ursula on the cover.

Professor and author Marsha Gordon

I recently had the good fortune to speak at the “Zelda Days” festival in Asheville, North Carolina. One of the other speakers that weekend was Marsha Gordon, a professor of film studies at North Carolina State University. Gordon is the author of the 2023 biography Becoming the Ex-Wife: the Unconventional Life & Forgotten Writings of Ursula Parrott. I had never heard of Ursula Parrott before, even though she was a highly successful Jazz Age author. My first thought was “Okay, Ursula Parrott is the coolest name I’ve ever heard.” Hearing Gordon lecture about Parrott’s life and writings just whetted my appetite to read her book. Now that I’ve finished reading Becoming the Ex-Wife, I can report to you that Ursula Parrott more than lived up to the coolness of her name. 

Ursula Parrott was born Katherine Ursula Towle in 1899, in Boston. She married Lindesay Mark Parrott in 1922, and when she began publishing, her publisher suggested she should use the name Ursula Parrott. Parrott’s first novel was Ex-Wife, which quickly became a sensation after it was published in 1929. Ex-Wife launched Parrott on a successful career writing novels, short stories, and working on screenplays in Hollywood. Parrott was in great demand as an author, earning huge sums for her work. But as quickly as the money came in, it went out. Like other Jazz Age authors (paging F. Scott Fitzgerald!) Parrott was unable to live within her means, and she was constantly in debt.  

Parrott’s life and career had several parallels with that of F. Scott Fitzgerald. As a Fitzgerald fan, I’m always on the lookout for Fitzgerald parallels. There’s no direct evidence that Parrott and Fitzgerald ever met, but he spent several months in 1938 working on a screenplay of her short story “Infidelity.” The plan was that “Infidelity” would be a vehicle for Joan Crawford at MGM, but there was no way a story about infidelity was going to make it past the censors in 1938. The fact that “Infidelity” was not produced was a disappointment for Fitzgerald. If Parrott and Fitzgerald ever met, they would have had a lot to talk about, and I can imagine them becoming friends and trading witty banter.  

Some of the parallels between Parrott and Fitzgerald: they were both raised Catholic, they both had two sisters who died in infancy, they were both obsessed with car crashes, and they both struggled with their grades in college, being smart people who didn’t “apply themselves” in school. Another connection was that Ursula’s first husband, Lindesay Parrott, was a Princeton alum. Although he and Fitzgerald didn’t overlap at Princeton, they probably had friends in common, and Lindesay’s father was a professor in the English department at Princeton.  

Parrott’s novels and short stories dealt with women entering the workforce, getting married, getting divorced, having affairs, being a single parent, and balancing work and life. She is a writer whose themes are still deeply relevant to American society today, nearly 100 years later. Unfortunately, nearly all of Parrott’s novels have long been out of print. Thankfully, Ex-Wife was published in a new edition in 2023, and it’s now next on my reading list. Gordon’s synopses of Parrott’s work will have you wanting to read more of Parrott’s work. 

Parrott was married and divorced four times, and she raised her son Marc largely with the help of her sister Lucy. Parrott’s private life was sometimes messy, and the chapter that discusses her four abortions is harrowing, offering a grim reminder of the aftermath of the fabulous Jazz Age parties.  

Throughout the book, Gordon is sympathetic to Parrott’s difficulties, as she struggled to meet her writing deadlines and stay afloat financially. Unfortunately, the last chapter of Parrott’s life was a tragic one, as she published nothing during the final 10 years of her life, and she died penniless in a New York hospital in 1957.  

Gordon’s excellent work at chronicling Parrott’s colorful life and writings will hopefully lead to a deeper appreciation of Parrott’s work, and a fuller understanding of how she fit into the writers of her era.