After Sarah Jane Barnett had a hysterectomy in her forties, a comment by her doctor that she wouldn’t be “less of a woman” prompted her to investigate what the concept of womanhood meant to her. Part memoir, part feminist manifesto, part coming-of-middle-age story, Notes on Womanhood is the result. Here, Barnett examines the devastation she inflicted on herself as a young woman, the invisibility she feels as her youth fades, the power of female friendship, the stories women learn about midlife and menopause, and how being the daughter of a transgender woman changed her ideas of womanhood.
Good Books bookshop in Wellington picked this for my February subscription. I hadn't seen it before so was intrigued. Great book for me to read at 35yo, on the cusp of "middle-age". Barnett has lots of interesting musings about what is is to be a woman, and particularly a woman as she discovers this new phase of her life.
Lots of big words and parts I couldn’t wrap my head around but Taylor’s songs Nothing New, Mirrorball, and Clara Bow were ever present while reading this book. Also Emily Dickinson was mentioned!!
As I age and become to not live life with the fear of the male gaze and begin to love myself inside out, I hope I can remember that I’m not the only woman struggling with these fears and I’m not alone.
Points from book I found interesting:
“Ageing is a privilege that can only be appreciated when it is not feared”.
“Because I could not stop for Death” - Emily Dickinson
“The fact is, though, an attractive woman in her fifties is so surprising she needs a label” - talking about cougars
“Who am I if I’m no longer desirable”
'Traditionally, to be considered a "good woman" means putting others first; to be a "good man" was to put work first'
“While mimicking others may deliver social acceptance, it is nearly always at the cost of ourselves”
My favorite book this year! This astounding piece of work is part autobiographical story and part literary research. Barnett makes tough conversations easily digestible through accessible vocabulary, without sacrificing her natural poetic elegance. Barnett walks with us through every chapter, tackling each discussion with all our ugly emotions which she teaches us to embody with our full "Personess". This book is for everyone, please give it a go!
I found this book very challenging to read and took a few months to get through it, picking it up and putting it down as my mind would allow me to - this is much like my relationship with womanhood itself. I find it difficult, sometimes I want to shove it away and hide from it, but it is something I know I must revisit to understand myself.
This book was challenging not in the way it was written or in the language used, I actually found the fluctuation between memoir-style storytelling and essay form writing very engaging, rather I found it challenging as someone who often feels trapped within the female form. A lot of the violence, shame, grief and questions addressed in this book are those that have been plaguing me this year. As a female bodied person who has no desire for children and a fluctuating of removal from my family, a lot of these topics were sore to read. Like pressing a bruise. I also think turning 30 and living an unconventional lifestyle away from heteronormative ideas of marriage and family building, I have been questioning what middle age will look like for me.
I deeply want to lend this book to my mother, if anything so she can feel what I feel. Watching me experience life in a female body has bludgeoned her with empathy, watching me live through horrors she has never experienced. Much like how she lived through horrors I will never experience, I watch and wait. I learnt lessons of self-defence, independence and feminism from her from a child by witnessing her agony up close, in the same house. I wonder if she would learn about me reading this how I did, seeing the sections I underlined and highlighted, deciphering my notes in the margins. My mother, for all my complex love and critiques of her, has always been my leading source of knowing womanhood. She does it fiercely.
Something to wrap up this review, I might just quote you part of the book: To be dirty. To be tired and rough, outspoken and selfish and hungry. That is to be a woman. That is to be human. When I was younger becoming a woman meant - in many small cuts - abandoning parts of myself. Now I'm taking them back and abandoning the parts that don't fit
much of this book rubbed me up the wrong way and i’m finding it difficult to put my finger on what specifically bothered me - i suspect i am not the target audience for this book as someone who doesn’t wish to be married or have children, as someone who doesn’t offer unpaid labour to care for others, to someone who doesn’t feel under the male gaze, and someone who hasn’t had to divvy their time between career, family and self. that being said, this book encapsulates only the narrowest type of womanhood, but speaks as if the experience is universal. while the author is cognizant of intersectional feminism and references the works of incredible feminist academics, this book is by a white woman for white women. barnett is a great writer, but this one really didn’t land for me.
While reading this I kept thinking of all the highlights I was going to include in my review. There was even going to be an anecdote about a man on a bus asking me what I was reading and my feeling of being outed when I explained in the bristling silence of a packed bus that it was about the coming of middle-age.
But all that’s necessary to say is that I really needed this book. Thank you, Sarah, for putting into words so many things that I haven’t been able to articulate, for your thoughtfulness in expressing your experience of womanhood, while not negating all those others that are different, and for the writing itself - beautifully textured and deliberately unpretentious.
I liked the intertwining of autobiographical stories and literature research citations. Short sentences and available elegant vocabulary made it easy for me to read. That said, I mostly enjoyed the book one chapter at a time. This is because the topics raised are profound, relatable (to me at least they are), and mostly painful to process. This is certainly a book that invites self-reflection, empathy and appreciation of how unique individual experiences of womanhood can be.
This is a relatable book for any woman over 35. Im tempted to buy a copy for each friend as it weaves thoughtful life experiences with facts about moving into middle age.