On the Founding of The Feminist Press

I have occasionally written about my interest in feminist literature, both fiction and nonfiction. An important early publisher of such fiction was and is The Feminist Press. The current (July/August 2011) issue of The Women’s Review of Books (a wonderful periodical which I have read for many, many years, and which I wrote about here on 2/17/10) has a very interesting essay by Florence Howe, a co-founder of the Feminist Press, about its founding and early years. The essay is excerpted from Howe's memoir, “A Life in Motion.” The Press began informally in 1970, organized by a sort of collective of enthusiastic women who did all the fundraising (they initially raised $100, which was a lot more back then than it is now!) and the work of deciding what to publish, editing, working with a printer, finding artists to illustrate books, and so on. No one in the group had expertise in or experience in publishing, but they moved forward fueled by their passion for making more literary works by women widely available. They started with a children’s book and with a series of biographies of influential women; the first subject featured in the series was Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Then the writer Tillie Olsen recommended that the Press publish Rebecca Harding Davis’ 1861 novella, “Life in the Iron Mills,” which up to that point had only been published serially in The Atlantic. Howe read it through, weeping the whole time, and agreed to publish it; it became and still is one of the Press’ bestselling books. The Press’ second reprint of a novel lost in time after its initial publication in 1891 was Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wall-Paper,” which immediately became, and is still, a feminist classic. (I have taught both of these novels several times.) In the early years, no book sold for more than $1.50. The Feminist Press went from that initial $100 investment in 1970 to a $500,000 budget ten years later and continued to grow and become more established year by year. I have read many of its volumes, and am most grateful to the Press for its work in finding both new books to publish and those seemingly lost to history to republish for a modern audience. I have twice had the good fortune to hear Florence Howe speak. Once many years ago she came to my university with some other editors from the Feminist Press and spoke about their work. Another time she was in the audience at a session at a conference on feminism and composition, and actively joined in the discussion. I truly admire her and her colleagues and the groundbreaking work they have done.