A Room...

Reading the rest of this novel was funnier the second time around. I understand that Woolf was trying to achieve some sort of change, and making an effort to get people to understand something about men and women’s positions in life and literature. To me, it seem as if in writing this she is pointing out the injustices done but also showing the result of equality. In a sense, she becomes Judith Shakespeare where she gets notice but her husband goes unnoticed as an author.  
 I also understand Woolf’s plan to show the true injustice that women suffer. As I read chapter 2 about women as objects, I thought of early American literature that also excludes women from many aspects of life and instead views them as objects. It also reminded me of the voyeuristic criticism I learned in Fem Lit Crit. I wonder if Woolf felt like women were happy in this position. I know she speaks about how they haven’t been in this position very long in chapter 6, but does she feel that women are limiting themselves?  
 I also found it very interesting that Woolf felt lonely near the end of the novel. This idea ties in with the idea that she can’t seem to find other women with the same room and money that she has. Is her anger truly directed at other women or at men or at the literary world in general? I do think that Woolf’s ability to write this novel is very interesting. Throughout she constantly challenges truths with her facts. I found myself lost in what was true and what parts she made up. I guess my final question about the novel was if it truly had any effect on the world. Were women everywhere reading this and becoming up in arms about their places in society and in the literary world??