Why do women biographers get confused with their subjects? Men don'tby Kathryn Hughes / October 22, 2005 / Leave a comment
Published in October 2005 issue of Prospect Magazine
Virginia Woolf argued for an androgynous art that would transcend gender and set the novel free to soar in a realm where the maleness or femaleness of its creator no longer much mattered. TS Eliot wanted an impersonal poetry in which his work would be read without any reference to the known or imagined details of his life. Above all what neither writer wanted was for their books to be situated in a network of gossipy and limiting confusion about where they ended and their artistic productions began.
No one, though, has ever suggested the same thing for biographers. Indeed, exactly the opposite has tended to be the case, with a disproportionate amount of the reader’s attention directed towards the relationship between the writer and his or her subject. It is this rather than the work itself—five years of research agonisingly beaten and polished into what is supposed to be a work of art—that becomes the subject under scrutiny and review.