Yes, I can’t find that entry either! I must’ve deleted it but I don’t know why. Maybe it also included ramblings about my hatred of procreation and/or death and dying in contemporary America, the two topics I am most wishy-washy about posting/deleting entries concerning.
But my thoughts on Lolly Willowes in summation:
– it’s like a novelistic exploration of some of Virginia Woolf’s ideas as put forth in A Room Of One’s Own, except that whereas Woolf wants women to have rights and property and private space so that they can create great works of art, Townshend-Warner doesn’t want to do ANYTHING. Women are always doing, doing, doing, and never being seen, and she just wants to opt out, which her late-in-life pact with Satan allows her to do.
I guess that’s my main thought; not sure why I put it in the form of a bullet-point list.
You should all read Lolly Willowes. And then watch Barbara Loden’s 1970 film “Wanda.” No further explanation, just go for it.
Pouring rain
leftover pizza in the fridge
neoliberal juggernaut destroying us all
finally bought some olo perfume and feel great about it
Thanks for the summary. I was definitely thinking of Virginia Woolf while I read Lolly, and getting more and more excited about recommending the book to people as being “like Mrs. Dalloway, only with witches!” During the big flower-buying scene I definitely sat up and took notice. I only wish that when Clarissa Dalloway bought HER flowers she felt the same call to satanic-feminist independence that Laura does. I will check out “Wanda”!