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Loading... Mrs. Dalloway (original 1925; edition 1993)by Virginia Woolf
Work detailsMrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (1925)
A fantastic novel, but to say I enjoyed it might not be exactly the right word as it's not an easy read. It still feels experimental, even nearly 100 years after it was first published, with its stream-of-consciousness style deftly flitting from the mind of one person to the next. All of the characters, however brief a glimpse you get into their heads, feel like complete, real people. 4.5 difficult to read much at a sitting, for me, because it's so much like an exploded poem (peppered with parentheses & enormous run-on sentences...sort of like this review!) but incredibly beautiful due to the same poetic handling - felt almost T.S. Eliot-esque to me in fact, & no one handles language like that man! Enough moments of soul-stabbing poignancy to give it more than a 4. Absolutely lovely, all in all. one of my favorite books ever. i remember i first read it in kevin kopelson's joyce & woolf class at iowa and was very focused on mrs. dalloway's business with sally. Was not keen on it at first, but it grew on me. ...with that extraordinary gift, that woman's gift, of making a world of her own wherever she happened to be. (Peter Walsh on Clarissa Dalloway, 114) With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes - one of the tragedies of married life. (Walsh on Clarissa, 116) Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels, he thought... (Richard Dalloway, 175) Having done things millions of times enriched them, though it might be said to take the surface off. The past enriched, and experience, and having cared for one or two people, and so having acquired the power which the young lack, of cutting short, doing what one likes, not caring a rap what people say and coming and going without any very great expectations... (Peter Walsh, 247) But the enormous resources of the English language, the power it bestows, after all, of communicating feelings... (Clarissa, 270) ...she had never been so happy. Nothing could be slow enough; nothing last too long. (Clarissa, 282) For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying - what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt. (Sally Seton, 292)
Among Mrs. Woolf's contemporaries, there are not a few who have brought to the traditional forms of fiction, and the stated modes of writing, idioms which cannot but enlarge the resources of speech and the uses of narrative. Virginia Woolf is almost alone, however, in the intricate yet clear art of her composition. Clarissa's day, the impressions she gives and receives, the memories and recognitions which stir in her, the events which are initiated remotely and engineered almost to touching distance of the impervious Clarissa, capture in a definitive matrix the drift of thought and feeling in a period, the point of view of a class, and seem almost to indicate the strength and weakness of an entire civilization. Is contained inThe Mrs. Dalloway Reader by Virginia Woolf The Novels of Virginia Woolf by Virginia Woolf The Longman Anthology of British Literature, Volume 2C: The Twentieth Century (2nd Edition) by David Damrosch InspiredHas as a student's study guide
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Some might find the stream-of-consciousness style a bit grating - I did in parts - but otherwise an utterly fascinating vignette. (