i can say with such confidence that this is my favorite book. this is the best thing ever written. this is every single i thought i have ever had. woman and nature contains the most beautiful, poetic, and real prose about women and nature and how they are treated by men that i have ever laid my eyes on. this rambling, and i mean that in the very best sense of the word (i love rambling), is poetry. the amount of effort and research that susan griffin put into this book to make it all-encompassing is truly admirable. i don't even know where to start with talking about this book because every single page was just as good as the last.
among the wide topics discussed in here are the oedipus and electra complexes, castration, rape, violence against women, exploitation of nature and animals, freud's concept of female penis envy (god), 20th century “scientific” findings about women, mother-daughter relationships, father-daughter relationships, birth, c sections, miscarriages, death due to childbirth, sexism (obviously), and a lot of female rage.
in the first book, griffin talks about how men regard and make use of women and nature. how women are passive. how women want to be devoured. how women are observed to be closer to nature than men. but how because heaven is above us that means that the ground we stand on is evil and "the demon resides in the earth... in hell, under our feet." and if the earth is evil and nature is unforgiving then women are just as horrible. that women are synonymous with sin and carnal lust and represent everything evil. that "women being moved to anger are more envious than a serpent, more malicious than a tyrant, more deceitful than the devil." all sin originated "in the flesh of the body of a woman and lives there." "there is no wickedness that compares to the wickedness of women." that "her body is a vessel of death. her beauty is a lure. her charm a trap... she will eat the flesh she appears to love. her hunger is never satisfied... inside her body is hell... at the gate of her womb is a wound which bleeds freely. it is a wound that will never heal. she is mutilated. she is damaged. she will never forgive existence for this. her every act is an act of mutilation, of distortion, she is a plague. a disease... she loves blood. she asks for slaughter. she asks for sacrifice. her sinister wish is for castration. for more wounding, for endless mutilation. her vulva has teeth. her womb is a grave. she cannot help herself. she devours even herself." that nature is violent and will kill with no mercy and that it is all our fault: "nature lives and breathes by crime. hungers at her pores for bloodshed. aches in her nerves for sin. yearns for cruelty. that she kindles death out of life, and feeds with fresh blood the innumerable and insatiable mouths suckled at her milkless breast. that she takes pain to sharpen her pleasure. that she stabs, poisons, crushes, and corrodes... that she labors in the desire for death." that women are emotional, for the world "hysterical" comes from the word "hyster," which means womb, because the womb is the seat of emotions and women are more emotional than men, and this is used against men, to manipulate, and to bring out sexual urges. that by making nature his own man can control it and can therefore control women. that "there is power in words, it is said, and it is put forward that by knowing the names of natural things, man can command them, that he who calls the creatures by their true names has power over them. (thus it is decided that earth shall be called land; trees, timber; animals to be called hunted, to be called domesticated; her body to be named hair, to be named skin, to be called breast, vulva, clitoris, to be named womb.)" mother earth is violent and "this earth was formed not by one cataclysm, but by cataclysm following cataclysm." therefore it is all justified. therefore this violence against us is justified. man discovered land and called it his, but this land was unkind to him. it was harsh and dangerous, so he cut down all her trees and killed all of her animals. he put chemicals in her soil and made her bear crops even when she couldn't anymore. he cut down any tree that was old, for it was useless timber and lumber. he used the cows, the mules, the horses, until they could no longer stand.
the second book discusses women under men’s rule. how man separates woman from body. her will from her body. her self from her self. “the boy chases the doe and her yearling for nearly two hours, she keeps running despite her wounds. he pursues her through pastures, over fences, groves of trees, crossing the road, up hills, volleys of rifle shots sounding, until perhaps twenty bullets are embedded in her body… finally she is defeated and falls and he sees that half of her head has been blown off, that one leg is gone, her abdomen split from her tail to her head, her organs hand outside her body. then four men encircle the fawn and harvest her too.” “the boys, found of hunting hare, search in particular for pregnant females… once catching their prey, they step on her back, and they call this ‘ dancing on the hare.’” women convince themselves that they are imagining danger. “we are like an animal smaller and more vulnerable than any nature has ever created.” but we deserve it? “we dreamed we were the daughters of evil. but you are mistaken, we cried, there has been some mistake.” how because of this evil she deserves pollution, the bombs he drops on her, nuclear, atomic, and hydrogen, how she deserves carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide, arsenic, lead, and mercury, but how they live in his dreams and stick to his bones.
the third book might be my favorite. it has two sections and both are my favorite pieces of writing ever now i think. within the first section, labyrinth, there is “the room of the dressing,” and it talks about woman’s journey through the labyrinth. how the labyrinth “has mirrors like the eye of men, and women reflect the judgements of the mirrors.” “where the women stand next to each other, continue dressing next to each other, speak next to each other as if men were still with them. as if men could overhear their words. the room of the dressing where women speak in code.” “the room where she teaches her daughter to put on makeup… her to do her hair… how to pull up her slip.. and the daughter will pass this on” the room where “women partly see each other… where they partly laugh. partly laugh at the shapes in the mirror and the girls once reflected there.””the room in which girls whisper secrets about each other… the room where the women deny she is anything like them… the room in which the women fear time. in which she is afraid of becoming her mother… the labyrinth in which women fear aging.” “the room of the dressing where the women are afraid to touch… where the women keep themselves at a distance… the women agree that women are dangerous. the room in which women lament the darkness of women. and stories are told about women. the room in which the women cover themselves. and put each other at a distance. the room of the dressing where the women tell each other they are happy and in which they look for secret unhappiness. the room where the women gossip. where the women complain about each other. and say they cannot stand the company of women. the room of women who laugh at women.” “the room of women who know about each other. whose looks are painful to each other. the room of women who have never really spoken. who cannot be close.” ”she says she is suffocating.” there is also “the room of the undressing,” which is a beautiful pairing to “the room of the dressing.” “she lets herself fall. fall into the room of her wants. the room where the demands of women are endless… this room is filled with herself… the room in which she does not mock herself… this place where she could finally breathe… this place which allows her to exist. where the women stare into each other’s eyes. where the daughter feels the life of the mother… this is the place where she finds her way.” GOD!!!!!!! SO BEAUTIFUL. that’s not even all of it. i didn’t include so much. so beautiful. the second section is called cave, and talks about woman as a void. it’s very beautiful too, but “the room of the dressing” and “the room of the undressing” are my favorite sections in this entire book.
the final book is about women reclaiming themselves. “what sleeps inside her? like a seed in the earth, in the soil which becomes rich with every death, animal bodies coming apart cell by cell, the plant body dispersing, element by element, in the bodies of bacteria… and back to the seed, this that grows inside her and that we cannot see… everyday she is closer to herself. and to this child within her, growing inside her… blood cleanses the wound and this place is slowly restored (and the forest reclaims what was devastated, and her body heals itself of the years.)” women enter a space that is “filled with the presence of mothers… where everyone is a daughter… ringing with the laughter of old lady friends… the place filled with the love of women for women. space shaped by the play of the littlest of girls.” “we stopped wanting, only we longed, and we grew so accustomed to the pain of longing that we called this our nature. we put it into our songs. we said disappointment was part of life. even in our imaginations, all our attempts began to fail. but one day this all changed” this book is also about healing and acceptance: “yes we are devilish; that is true we cackle. yes we are dark like the soil; and wild like the animals… we find it beautiful… we cease all hiding. nothing is secret; we display what they call evil in us. yes, we have horns on our heads, and our feet are cloven, and we are covered with fur.” “when she was small she asked ‘why am i afraid of the dark? why do i feel i will be devoured?’ and her mirror answered, ‘because you have reason to fear. you are small and might be devoured.’ … so she became large, too large for devouring.” “now we will let the blood of our mother sink into this earth. this is what we will do with our grieving. we will cover her wounds with mud. we will tear leaves and branches from the trees and together pile them on her body.” “we know ourselves to be made from this earth. we know this earth is made from our bodies. for we see ourselves. and we are nature. we are nature seeing nature. we are nature with a concept of nature. nature weeping. nature speaking of nature to nature… this earth, i will not forget what she is to me and what i am to her.”
i could go on but i think i should stop. my favorite sections were “the garden,” “her body,” “terror,” “the labyrinth,” “animals familiar,” “the lion in the den of the prophets,” “our labor,” “our nature,” “this earth,” and “forest.” also the prologue was also beautiful. so so beautiful. i know i keep using that word but it is the only way to describe this. i will constantly be chasing the high this book gave me. who was i before i read these words
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