To quote James Bryce: “The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it.” To me, the following books are wellsprings of information. In them are endless lessons on writing, life, faith, love, and everything in between. I don’t think it’s possible to outgrow or get tired of any of these books.
So, without further ado (and in no particular order), the 7 books that changed my life:
#1: Letters to A Young Poet by Rainier Maria Rilke
First Read: Freshman Year, College (2003)
Sylvia Plath’s “Mirror” might’ve gotten me started on poetry, but it was Rilke’s letters which brought out my passion in writing. This collection of letters from Rilke gives some of the most poignant and practical advice on becoming a writer. With every letter Rilke writes to the “young poet”, Franz Xaver Kappus, we’re also somewhat privy to the innermost musings of one of the most beloved literary figures of the 20th century.
In no particular order, except for the Jane Austen Marathon, my reading list for the next month or two.
Randy Pausch – The Last Lecture (2008)
Virginia Woolf – Three Guineas (1938) – reread
Jeffrey Eugenides – The Virgin Suicides (1993)
Helen Fielding – Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (1999)
THE JANE AUSTEN MARATHON
Sense and Sensibility (1811) – reread
Pride and Prejudice (1813) – reread
Mansfield Park (1814) – reread
Northanger Abbey (1818, posthumous)
Persuasion (1818, posthumous) – reread
Woody Allen – Without Feathers (1975) reread
Woody Allen – The Insanity Defense: The Complete Prose (2007)
Book in Wish List: “I’m with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie” – Miss Pamela Des Barres (love her!)
Next For Review: Bridget Jones’ Diary – Helen Fielding (1996)
I promised myself I’d reread a book for every new book I buy, hence the number of items marked as rereads. Will now be scouring the net for other books to buy.
A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN
Author: Virginia Woolf
Genre: Non-Fiction; Essay
First Published: 1929
Like revolutionary poetry, Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own” ignites the passion to write, to be heard, and to persevere in the face of seemingly insurmountable circumstances.
In this extended essay on “Women and Fiction”, Woolf posits that ‘…a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.’ She speaks of this room as a figurative space where a woman can think and exist away from the constraints of a patriarchal society and unaffected by the misogynistic views prevalent in early studies of her sex.
According to Woolf, for centuries, society has kept women from writing by limiting their financial resources and forcing them into the roles of mother, daughter, wife, mistress, and homemaker. These roles enable women to serve as ‘looking-glasses possessing magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size’, (p.29). Yet even at their most docile, women seem to pose as a threat to even the greatest of men. Men ‘insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they [women] were not inferior, they [men] would cease to enlarge.’