A Room of One's Own

By: Virginia Woolf

Narrated by: Juliet Stevenson

Length: 5 hrs and 1 min

Publisher's summary

A Room of One's Own, based on a lecture given at Girton College Cambridge, is one of the great feminist polemics. Woolf's blazing polemic on female creativity, the role of the writer, and the silent fate of Shakespeare's imaginary sister remains a powerful reminder of a woman's need for financial independence and intellectual freedom.

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Excellent Audiobook!

So easy and lax to listen to.
Great Narration
I've read Room of One's Own, here and there but listening to this was fantabulous!

In addition, I decided to contrast this audiobook with Alice Walkers, "In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens" narrated by Elizabeth Klett. Listening to both is Wow. A kapow-wow!

Juliet Stevenson is my favorite narrator!

Now I see why this is always on the All Women Should Read List! Beautiful!

Needed to hear this

A friend said you need to read this book. Since I suffer with rapidly dwindling vision, I opted to listen. what a lovely voice Juliet has. How she brings the story to life.

So so wonderful

This felt like making ‘knowing’ eye contact with the universal woman. Such a good read, love Virginia Woolf <3

Audible! UPDATE NEEDED! BUG!!!

AUDIBLE APP HAS A BUG!!!!!

AUDIBLE, ATTTENTION!!! AUDIBLE! AUDIBLE!!!

IN CHAPTER TITLE designating NEED! WHERE is each AUDIBLE Chapter LOCATED the TEXT????????

I listened while driving, without the text. EXCELLENT points made by the author while I was listening! I am now with the text and want to highlight these points. But app has 12? chapters, and I'm in chapter 4 (I think, I don't know) of the book.

At the start of each Audible chapter...on continuous play, while at home, I can follow along with the text.

But now that I'm home, text in hand, and resuming listening...WHERE THE HELK AM I??? THE AUDIBLE CHAPTER DOES NOT TELL ME WHERE IT IS IN THE TEXT!!!!!!!

As the stories fade...

Any additional comments?

I have finished with you Virginia Woolf, and yet I am undone! What am I to do without your voice narrating to me the plight of an infinitesimal snail sashaying his way across a summer's garden…or the ostentatious way you breathe life into women post the suffrage movement? How am I to dream without you painting, with your words, brushstrokes here and there, here and there…then here! Such vivid colors when the truth, we all know, is rather stark. Yet in these incandescent rainbows lie hidden truths. The deep rooted authenticates that are bound for lack of proper appropriation, or wit, or humor, or intellect, or experience, or example…and yet here you admonish me, a true example. My sister, my brother, my androgynous muse…neither male nor female…just matter, a mind unlocked.

like a satisfying chat with an intelligent friend

This book is different from much of her other works because it is less of a story, and more of an essay on the disadvantages women in the arts have faced and how that is gradually changing. My experiences as a woman, a soldier, and a mechanic have led me to face many of the same frustrations that she describes with words. I can not find words, I cry, I ball my fists, I try harder, I give up, I drink, I sleep, but she finds words.

The exquisite language and deep insight

The reader is sublime and I now want to hear all of Virginia Wolof’s books.

Excellent performance

Such a wonderful performance! Perfection! I hope she has recorded all of VW works. Really well done.

A classic that resonates today

I really had no idea what this book was about, I simply knew it was a classic. It’s also the first thing I’ve ever read by Woolf. Unprepared as I was, I was initially charmed by the lecture format, greatly enhanced since I was listening to the audio book performed by Juliet Stevenson. Within minutes I was completely entranced by the amazing writing . . .

“The river reflected whatever it chose of sky and bridge and burning tree, and when the undergraduate had oared his boat through the reflections they closed again, completely, as if they had never been. There one might have sat the clock round lost in thought. Thought --to call it by a prouder name than it deserved-- had let its line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among the reflections and the weeds, letting the water lift it and sink it until --you know the little tug -- the sudden conglomeration of an idea at the end of one's line: and then the cautious hauling of it in, and the careful laying of it out? Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating.”

And unlike so much of what gets written, the ideas behind the writing were even more well-considered than were the words themselves. As I read, my mind flitted between feeling grateful that I was born in a post-feminist world, where many women do have “rooms of their own” and incomes to support them in pursuit of their dreams, and realizing that so much of what Woolf describes as the subjugation of women is still going on today.