who was the first female author who persisted in writing even though she met with strong male disapproval?

Question

this author was determined to publish her book even though the people around her back then were strongly against it. and as a result of her success, other women all around the world emulated her and became writers.

Answer 1

What about George Elliot, author of Middle-march!

The first novel was also written by a woman not (Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe) who met a lot of resistance . . . . name escapes!! gosh.

OK got it. What about: Murasaki Shikibu

In the year 1007 a Japanese noble woman, Murasaki Shikibu, wrote the world's first full novel. Called "The tale of Genji," it tells the story of a prince looking for love and wisdom.

Dame Barbara Cartland :
The author who wrote the most novels ever also is a women. Dame Barbara Cartland (7/1/1901 - 5/21/2000) completed a novel every two weeks, publishing more than 723 novels, which sold more than 1 billion copies in 36 languages, making her the best-selling novelist of all time.

In all three instances, society especially menfolk, was hostile.
good luck

Answer 2

Well, one of the first female American authors was a writer in the puritan times. The only way she got away with writing was writing about God. She was lucky to have a husband that believe in female literacy. I can't remember her name though.

Answer 3

it is definitely ordinary because of the fact analyze teach that youthful/teenager boys are much less vulnerable to verify lady protagonists and lady authors. area of JK Rowlings fulfillment is that she revealed decrease than JK, and not JoAnne, for this reason not giving youthful male readers the 'turn off' of seeing a woman author. Her substantial character is male. young women persons will examine the two lady or male protagonists so traditionally there has been much less emphasis on what appeals to them.

Answer 4

I know it wasn't Mary Shelley (1800) since her mother was also a published writer. I am inclined to go with the Japanese author.

Answer 5

The first female author in France to earn her living by writing was Christine de Pisan (1364-1430).

Answer 6

Kate Chopin or Harriet Beecher Stowe?

Answer 7

Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein.

Answer 8

Jane Austin?

Answer 9

I think you're going to have a very difficult time with this answer, because the question isn't very well phrased and is not specific enough.

But if you want to go WAY back in English, try the Old English poem "The Wife's Lament." It was published around 940 in the Exeter Book. Here's the beginning of the poem, which, believe it or not, really is in English (Old English, spoken from about 449 to about 1066):

Ic þis giedd wrece bi me ful geomorre,
minre sylfre sið. Ic þæt secgan mæg,
hwæt ic yrmþa gebad, siþþan ic up weox,
niwes oþþe ealdes, no ma þonne nu.
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A ic wite wonn minra wræcsiþa.
ærest min hlaford gewat heonan of leodum
ofer yþa gelac; hæfde ic uhtceare
hwær min leodfruma londes wære.
ða ic me feran gewat folgað secan,


You aren't going to get many answers older than this one. Find a full copy here:
http://www.brindin.com/porodwi1.htm

Here is a modern translation:
Full sadly this song I sing of myself,
of my own experience. I can assert
what trials I bore, since I grew up,
or new or old, were never more than now.
Ever I suffer the pain of my exile.
.... First my lord from his folk hence
over the wild waves went. Dawn-cares I had
as to where in the land my lord might be.
When I set out a retinue to seek,
a friendless exile, for my woeful plight,
that man's people began to plot,
through secret schemes, to sunder us,
so that most widely in this world apart
we should dwell wretched; I was ill at ease.
.... My lord bade me here my dwelling to hold;
loved and loyal friends in this land I
owned few; for this my soul is sad.
.... When I had found a well-matched man,
ill-starred, melancholy-minded,
his dissembling heart was plotting homicide
with pleasant mien. Full oft we pledged,
save death alone, naught should divide
us else; that is altered now.
Now is destroyed, as though it never were,
our friendship. Far or near I must
endure the feud of my much-loved one.
.... They bade me dwell in a wooded grove,
under an oak-tree, in this earth-cave.
Old this earth-hall; I all longing-filled.
.... Dales are dim, hills high,
cities choked with bitter briars,
dwellings joyless. Here I am full oft beset
by my lord's going. Friends there are on earth,
lovers living, who lie abed,
when I, at daybreak, walk alone,
under oak-tree, through these earth-caves.
There I must sit the summer's day long,
where my exile-ways I mourn,
my many woes, for I never can
my careworn self compose,
nor all the longing in me that this life begat.
Ever shall that youth be sad of mood,
pained his brooding heart; he shall sustain,
besides a cheerful mien, breast-cares as well,
endure incessant griefs; let him depend upon himself
for all his worldly joy. Let him be cast adrift,
afar in a distant land, that he, my friend, may sit
neath stony slopes, by storms berimed,
my evil-minded comrade, water drenched
in drear dwelling. My comrade will endure
great grief; too often he will think
upon a happier home. Woe is it to him
who out of longing must abide love.
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translation from
http://www.brindin.com/porodwi1.htm

Answer 10

Aphra Behn? (who wrote Oroonoko in the 17th C)