Double Play



CURRENT BOOKS:  A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

I have been less than diligent about updating my blog, but the good news is that, after years of begging and pleading and ultimately a suggestion that we should sell our house and move to a newly constructed or renovated home, an idea which sent him into anxiety attacks, the husband finally agreed to begin renovations on our home.  For the record, I’m not exactly being antsy…he purchased the house over eight years ago and since he can afford the mortgage on his own we have been able to save a healthy sum to bring our home into the 21st century (it was constructed around 1970 and was owned by two little old ladies before us, who barely touched it).  Anyway, even though our kitchen is butt ugly, the space is still functional, so we decided to do our bathroom first because we desperately need double sinks.  This has involved spending no less than six hours at the kitchen and bath showroom (so far), pulling strings to get off of work early to look at plumbing fixtures, and two mad dashes to look at countertops.

In any case, I have been reading, but I have not been blogging.  I am having a quiet Sunday so it is time to catch up.

I’ll confess I skimmed through A Room of One’s Own.  Woof’s thoughts are sparked by her outrage that under the laws at the time, a woman cannot own property as everything is taken over by her husband.  She explores the basic feminist concept that a woman should be able to achieve in her own right.  Woolf also discusses very early feminism, even going back to the time of Shakespeare.

Eat, Pray, Love was a reread from several years ago.  I have also seen the movie but did not watch it again contemporaneously with this reading.  Again, I found much that I could relate to.  I think perhaps I appreciated Gilbert’s spiritual journey, even more than I did on the first reading.  Like me, she tends more towards an Eastern-type mindset more akin to Buddhism or Hinduism.  It gave me an interesting perspective that it was recently publicized just before I started reading, that the author had separated from her husband whom she meets in Bali at the end of the book.  I have also read the sequel, Committed, and perhaps if Gilbert could write a whole other book detailing her indecision about whether she should marry again (not that her reservations weren’t understandable, given her contentious divorce), it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the marriage ultimately didn’t work out.  Actually, as Eat, Pray, Love ends, neither Gilbert nor her lover intend to marry each other, although they do make plans to be together.  Although they both set out to make the marriage work, the reason they ended up getting married was because he was not a U.S. citizen and they needed to marry in order for him to remain in the country with her, rather than because it was a priority to them to legally formalize their relationship.

This was brief, but I’m caught up now, so back to The Feminine Mystique…400 pages of feminist ranting.  Fun stuff.


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