Feminist Literature. I tried to put the book down at first with disgust at such a genre. It wasn’t exactly the most appealing type of literature for me.
However, due to personal reasons, I still had to go over her copy of Herland anyhow, so I thought, might as well.
I still haven’t really changed my opinionb of feminist literature, but I do think that Herland is a novel that, though not ecxactly the best that I’ve come across so far, has definitely eplored some areaswhic hI think was rather interesting. I like the author’s rather surprisingly new way of looking at a topic. Illustrating it, I should sauy.
Not only was the feminist movement rather different ain her age, the whole fresh new angle of seeing things was aptly portrayed by her use of a character from a female utopia to judge the social ills of our world.
Perhaps what strikes me most regarding this social aspect of her novel is how she shows we have all acclimatised ourselves, as it were, to the imperfections of this society such that we are no longer very much taken aback oabout things like war, overpopulation, cruelty, hatred and distrust, abortion, murder etc. In fact, we seem to have been effectly apatheticized, if there is such a word. We don’t even feel, apart from a rater removed theoretical angle, that this is wrong. We accept it silently as a way of nature, of life.
Perhaps it is this apathetic and nhelpless attitude that is slowly turning into nonchalance. I certainly feel that way. Nations feel that their conquest of other nations, their fight for more land, is something that is natural for a growing population. We see human history in terms of expansion and conquest. Nations are by and large apathetic to social problems that are apparent in other civilisations because they don’t concern one directly; and aid only seems to poiur in when the problem looks like it is going to remotely afffect one in some way or another.
But looking at other parts of our global population since Gilman wrote her novel somewhere near 1905 I am glad to see more cooperation intern-nationally, and more care for the global population at large. But that is not really the crux of the matter. I am slightly disturbed by the way that we come into this world as innocent children who become horrifyingly acclimatised to the bad climate of this world without really knowing it.
Perhaps Gilman’s book, whilst not my iddeal novel, really served one purpose at least: awakened the original concept of innocence in me.