A brilliant essay written about women and fiction back in the early 1900s. A lot of the ideas still stand and one part stands out. The fact that to write good fiction, or fiction that one can bury their nose in for a long period of time, one must be androgynous in writing. I thought that point was interesting and when I'm reading classics, I do indeed see a difference between feminine and masculine writing. The freedom of thought one can enjoy can only be brought about by having freedom in life and that is the core of the argument here, that one must have a room of one's own and money to their name in order to write fiction. To write without distractions, and external emotions but to devote oneself to the content and the story one is trying to write. A very interesting and inspiring book about writing, I must say.