Tag Archives: Virginia Woolf

I don’t think this will be one of my favorite ever novels, but I admire the work of Woolf and the intricacy with which she’s woven her story. Overall, I come away with a sadness, hope yet hopelessness, change yet … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There is a challenging aspect to the multiple pov in this book, especially since it gets right inside the characters’ heads.  Who do you believe? I think however that we’re getting a composite image that includes the characters’ own self-image, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Yes, I realize that this is a classic.  And I do enjoy the use of language to its fullest potential.  But honestly, Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway is beginning to wear a bit thin.  I think perhaps that once the dazzle of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Working within the consciousness of her characters, Virginia Woolf has–I think–brought in some interesting metaphorical items.  This scene, when an old flame, Peter Walsh surprises Mrs. Dalloway at her home while she is mending a dress to wear for her … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just spent a few minutes in Regal Park inside Mrs. Dalloway’s head, as well as the heads of everyone else who happened to be there.  An amazing concept. Remember the movie with Mel Gibson (What Women Want?) where he gets … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, so it’s hot and I’ve taken up residence in the only air conditioned room in the house–the bedroom–and deciding to run out only for lack of a chamber pot, am reading and writing.  But hey, what’s with Virginia Woolf’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →