“Parsimony may be the end of this book.  Also shame at my own verbosity, which comes over me when I see the 20 it is--books shuffled together in my room.  Who am I ashamed of?  Myself reading them.  Then Joyce is dead: Joyce about a fortnight younger than I am.  I remember Miss Weaver, in … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #10: Between the Acts →

The big question for me while reading The Years was about whether it’s a reversion to an earlier writing style - something more like a Victorian social novel, or if it’s a step forward in Woolf’s own evolution. The earlier novel of Woolf’s that most resembles this is Night and Day, which is definitely a … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #9: The Years →

Not the best-known (or the best) of Woolf's novels, it's also debatable whether it's a novel.  Its cover page calls it a "biography," which is strange, especially considering Flush is a cocker spaniel.  It was Elizabeth Barrett Browning's dog, one Woolf must have read about in her ongoing attempt, seemingly, to read everything written in … Continue reading (The Novels of Virginia Woolf #8: Flush) →

This book is very difficult to write about; below I’ve only just mentioned most of the characters and their myriad interactions.  As a matter of subjective perception, I will say this book was the most rewarding to re-read so far.  I’ve tried to put some semi-coherent thoughts down here, but there is something extremely reductive … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #7: The Waves →

Orlando feels like a detour when taken in the context of Woolf’s other novels.  Obviously the parody biography style, and the fact that Woolf began the book as a joke colored my  reading of it.  It’s also hard to ignore the transsexual nature of its protagonist.  But the biggest thing I noticed in Orlando, something relatively … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #6: Orlando →

But what she [Lily] wished to get hold of was that very jar on the nerves, the thing itself before it had been made anything.  Get that and start afresh; get that and start afresh; she said desperately, pitching herself firmly against her easel.  It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #5: To The Lighthouse →

Along with my recent experiences of Woolf’s three earlier novels (it was striking how much more introspective it felt than Jacob’s Room, and obviously the time-compression of the main line of the narrative was different), three ideas other informed my reading.  Idea #1: this quotation from the introduction to Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, his late, … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #4: Mrs. Dalloway →

There is a lot more going on in Jacob’s Room, especially compared with both The Voyage Out and also Night and Day.  To begin with, let’s consider its genre.  In some ways, Jacob’s Room is a Bildungsroman, one that shows us the coming-of-age of an artistic, reserved young man.  Analogies suggest themselves - to both … Continue reading The Novels of Virginia Woolf #3: Jacob’s Room →