“Travel writing by women is more than about places — it’s about how women cope with being women in a foreign land.”
this quote speaks to me. as a white, upper middle class woman (one not comming from a first-world country, though), that has have the drive and the opportunity to explore a bit of this world or ours, I can’t ignore that a woman’s experience of traveling is indeed still only possible within the confinements of priveledge and gender — or gendered expectations. I, for once, have never been able to arrive at a foreign land without being questioned (usually by a well-intended concerned voice) if I really was travelling alone (note: even when traveling together with my girldfriends I have been considered alone. “What are two girls doing this far from home alone?”, as if the definition of accompanied necessarely has to include a man).
In any case, if the mere experience of a woman’s travels (or of a woman’s life, really) is so punctuated by such questionings that it triggers self-considerations about her identity, it really doesn’t styke me as surprising that a woman would tend to reflect upon more subjective matters in her writings (“more focused on the self, on the inner journey within the journey” rather than “objective facts” — or what the writter here describes as considered “improper traver writing”)