There was something called a marriage bar. This operated till the 1960s. It said that if a woman was married, she couldn’t work because her husband would be supporting her. This led to the feminine mystique of so many women being ‘just’ housewives and mothers at home, leading to, really, quite a lot of suicides. I needed to think about this in a very systematic way. What I take away from that earliest period at the end of the 1950s is not just the very shocking conditions for women but something more ineffable, in a sense. It became clear to me by reading the census that there was no category for women in the census. You could be a daughter, you could be a wife or you could be a widow. I came across that again recently while reading Shakespeare. In Measure for Measure, the Duke says, ‘You are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?’ I thought, okay, women are nothing, are no one! So, what are women then?


