This is such an important book in modern feminist thought -- even if there are occassional historical slips (and she has some), Woolf has been influential in my own development as an adult, and as an independent thinker.
Who is afraid of Virginia Woolf? I like Woolf's stream of consciousness as in Mrs. Dallowy and The Waves. Yet, this novel reminds me of another novel by Edward Morgan Forster's A Room with a View. Feminism is one of the issues handled by Woolf in a matchless style... hope to find time to read this book soon.
In A Room of One’s Own, the narrator argues that even history is subjective. What she seeks is nothing less than “the essential oil of truth,” but this eludes her, and she eventually concludes that no such thing exists. The narrator later writes, “When a subject is highly controversial, one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.” To demonstrate the idea that opinion is the only thing that a person can actually “prove,” she fictionalizes her lecture, claiming, “Fiction is likely to contain more truth than fact.” Reality is not objective: rather, it is contingent upon the circumstances of one’s world. This argument complicates her narrative: Woolf forces her reader to question the veracity of everything she has presented as truth so far, and yet she also tells them that the fictional parts of any story contain more essential truth than the factual parts. With this observation she recasts the accepted truths and opinions of countless literary works.