“I was trying to get away from the received idea that women always right about ‘experience’ — the compass of what they know — while men write wide and bold — the big canvas, the experiment with form. Henry James did no good when he said that Jane Austen wrote on four inches of ivory — i.e. tiny observant minutiae. Much the same was said of Emily Dickinson and Virginia Woolf. Those things made me angry. In any case, why could there not be experience and experiment? Why could there not be the observed and the imagined? Why should a woman be limited by anything or anybody? Why should a woman not be ambitious for literature? Ambitious for herself?”
Jeanette Winterson | Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (x)
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