Poet and novelist Rosalind Brackenbury is the author of Becoming George Sand, Paris Still Life, The Third Swimmer, and The Lost Love Letters of Henri Fournier. A former writer-in-residence at the College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia, she has also served as poet laureate of Key West, teaching poetry workshops. She has attended the yearly Key West Literary Seminar as both panelist and moderator. Born in London, Rosalind lived in Scotland and France before moving to the United States. Her 2016 novel, The Third Swimmer was a 2016 INDIES Silver Winner in adult General Fiction. She now lives in Key West, Florida, with her American husband. Her latest poetry collection Invisible Horses is now available from Hanging Loose Press, NY, and her new novel, Without Her is now available from Delphinium Press.
A woman writing…
A woman is alone in a house – at last. Since Virginia Woolf wrote about the need for a room of one’s own, women writers have struggled for space, quiet, time to think and write. So the film begins with a young writer thinking up her story, wandering around the house in which she has the sudden freedom she has dreamed of. The voice of the story starts urgently in her head. She begins to write. The words come fast and strong, setting the scene, rushing the characters on to the page. Then the voice sounds of the critic. He’s male, foreign, and probably her would-be lover. He urges her to stay with him, promises her fame and success if only she does. He threatens her with failure, if she turns him down. She walks back towards the house to re-enter the world of her fiction. She swings gently in the hammock and lets her thoughts go where they will. What will she choose? For isn’t it still a choice, love and passion, solitude and creation? Does she have to choose one or the other? Has the choice shifted since Virginia Woolf wrote “A Room Of One’s Own”? What will she do next? She decides. She’ll write this story, as it happened. She’ll put it firmly in the past. She’ll use it, as grist to the mill of her fiction, and recognize it for what it was: the fairy-tale lure, the false gold. She’s in charge of it now, this young writer: it’s her story and she can transform it any way she likes.
Film by Quincy Perkins // Roz reading from her short story collection. Key West.