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20/03/2014 – I am my own character, meditation on Virginia Woolf’s A Room of one’s own

par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 15, 2024 | To hide when the morning comes, Writings

Virginia Woolf once wrote in her famous feminist essay A Room of One’s Own (1929) that “A female writer cannot afford to live her life too clearly. If she does, she will write in a rage when she should write calmly. She will write in a rage when she should write...

04/03/2023 – « Never a frown, with golden brown »

par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 4, 2024 | Militant texts, prompted writing, Textes à cacher quand le matin vient, To hide when the morning comes, Uncategorized, Writings

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? If I were to write my autobiography, The Strangler’s « Golden Brown » sweet refrain would immediately come to my mind as an opening sentence. I am of Mediterranean Spanish decent and my...

03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)

par Barbara Ferreres | Mar 3, 2024 | Textes à cacher quand le matin vient, To hide when the morning comes, Writings

I should be sleeping instead of sitting on the toilet writing this but, reflecting on how satisfying today’s date is and given it’s 3am, I am really glad I didn’t listen to reasonable me (for now). I was thinking about something. Well, I was reading a book...

20/03/2014 – I am my own character, meditation on Virginia Woolf’s A Room of one’s own

04/03/2023 – « Never a frown, with golden brown »

03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)

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