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| Virginia Woolf with her cocker spaniel Pinka |
Recorded books have been a life line throughout my illness,
from the eight dark years without a diagnosis, through to my current transition
off antibiotics.
I just finished listening to a good book, called
Shaggy Muses, by Maureen Adams.
It’s about five women writers and their dogs: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Emily
Bronte, Emily Dickinson, Edith Wharton, and Virginia Woolf.
Although I love my dog and consider myself a writer, I was
wary of this book. Writing about dogs has the potential for turning into drivel!
Maureen Adams avoided this, using the angle of dog ownership to create
concise, engaging biographies of each writer. Each biography was just long
enough, without being too long. (Happily, these were no five-volume chronicles
of Winston Churchill’s life.)
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| Edith Wharton liked lap dogs. |
I was also struck by how many of these writers lived within
limitations, due to physical or mental illness. Nonetheless, they managed
successful careers as writers, and during times when writing as a woman meant
swimming against strong social currents.
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| Cleopatra keeping me company! |