VLVL2 (9): "a room of her own"

[Terrance]

Anyone check out Sylvia? 
Plath's "Three Women" comes to mind here. 
Anyway, just in case you've not read it recently and have forgotten,
Woolf's essay is about WORK. Avon Bill's career begins when he gets work
holding horses at the the theatre door. What a contrast. I mean,
Pynchon's females don't dash their own brains out on the moor, mop and
mope about on highways crazed with the torture that their gifts have put
them into. Oh no! Pynchon's women don't kill themselves. They murder.
Their own children. If they can't abort their parasites they abuse them,
abandon them, send them off to war, sell them, sexually assault them.
Frenzy has the world by the clit. Her father introduces her to Light and
Camera and her mother to feminism. Off to film school she goes. She
ain't no Mildred Pierce let alone Shakespeare's Sister. DL pisses her
old man off so that he will beat her mother. She sucks booze, pops
pills, kicks ass. Not exactly Jane Austen's Sister. Sister Rochelle's 
garden of blame destruction myth is no anecdote for a male
master-narrative, it's a business plan. 

Pynchon's female characters don't need a room, they need a tomb. Most of
them are cold, dead, mechanical bitches.