This is the first book I've read by Virginia Woolf, and I'm sure it won't be the last. She had an unusual storytelling style. The entire book takes place over the span of one day in 1923. The narrative shifts between various characters.
The first Virginia Woolf I read, after reading and absolutely loving The Hours. It portrays #adayinthelife of Clarissa Dalloway. I‘m due for a reread. #redroseseptember @Cinfhen @arlenefinnigan I‘ve missed the last few challenges, hoping to make time to keep up this month.
Virginia Woolf's masterpiece follows #ADayInTheLife of Clarissa Dalloway. A modernist classic and one of the best stream-of-consciousness models ever written #RedRoseSeptember @Cinfhen @arlenefinnigan
I felt like a pingpong ball bouncing around the inside of Woolf‘s skull. It‘s a “stream of consciousness” suitable for white water rafting. I had no idea what the heck was happening, not for a single moment. I re-read every sentence three times, and still couldn‘t follow it at all. I highly recommend this sacred feminist text to people who are far smarter than me 😅 Full review here: http://keepingupwiththepenguins.com/mrs-dalloway-virginia-woolf/
Remember my party! Remember my party!
Even if it is a little hard read it will leave you yearning for a little more in the end. But you know a little more would have taken from the beauty. Pain, beauty, the helplessness of it all, 'human nature is on us', would sum it up. Happy ending and right decisions could be a tragedy and vice versa.
"It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. "
"This was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June."
It's such a beautiful day! Hot, sunny, and the sky a perfect blue. Took a nice long walk in the park after work today. June days like this always make me think of my favorite of Virginia Woolf's work, Mrs. Dalloway. ???
1) Taurus, however if I had been born when I was supposed to, I would have been an Aries.
2) Passing my ASWB exam.
3) Tagged, I may try to finish it eventually...😴
4) donate plasma and then I work tomorrow night with some lovely people, which I'm sure will be fun, even if I'm exhausted.
He saw Regent's park before him. Long streamers of sunlight fawned at his feet. The trees waved, brandished. We welcome, the world seemed to say; we accept; we create. Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly.👇🏼
📷: A herd of deer at city's zoological park
There were always people about—she'd go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her—this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her, which he had felt again this morning talking to her; and impenetrability. Yet heaven knows he loved her. She had some queer power of fiddling on one's nerves, turning one's nerves to fiddle-strings, yes.
Embarrassed to admit I've bailed on this book. First time in a long time I've done that, but it's reconfirmed for me that pre 20th century classics aren't my thing. When I am reading a book I don't enjoy it stops me reading anything else and I've decided it's just not worth doing that. Too many good ones out there to get started on!
Because of the length of time that has elapsed since it was written, much of the prose was lost in me. Admittedly, I had not grown to love the novel's ridiculously long sentences peppered with countless of semicolons. When asked if I will revisit Mrs. Dalloway someday, I suppose that it is worth reading a second time, though I won't be looking forward to it with anticipation .
Happy Birthday to my absolute favorite author of all time, Virginia Woolf! 😍💕
'Was Evelyn ill again? Evelyn was a good deal out of sorts, said Hugh, intimating by a kind of pout or swell of his very well-covered, manly, extremely handsome, perfectly upholstered body (he was almost too well dressed always, but presumably had to be, with his little job at Court) that his wife had some internal ailment, nothing serious, which, as an old friend, Clarissa Dalloway would quite understand without requiring him to specify.' p.6
It would seem that Woolf‘s genius is just above my ability to appreciate. I was nervous going in, just based on my experience with stream of consciousness writing... add to that Woolf‘s extreme fondness of the semicolon, and you have a bit of a jerky rhythm. I was inclined to underline various passages that nailed the human experience so precisely. But I‘m just going to chalk this up to it‘s not you, it‘s me. The Hours is next up! #booked2019
I forgot to post this this morning. I‘m not currently drinking coffee as it‘s 5pm, but this is the first library book I‘ve checked out this year! One of my bookish resolutions is to use the library more, and thanks to #Libby, I can have ebooks sent to my kindle. Super convenient! Thanks to @MallenNC for the tip!
My first go round I got Thoreau and it told me to retake the quiz. Second time around Virginia Woolf. I‘m not sure I could deal with either one lol
Sweet jumping Jesus, this was dull. Sigh. I feel like either an asshole or a dipshit for not finding the DEPTH and COMPLEXITY that everyone sees in this book, but it was mostly boring and also hella confusing. Half the time I was just like “wait who are you and what are you doing and what happened to the flowers and what day is it.” Woolf writes beautifully at times, of course, and I like the idea of examining daily life. But. 😴😴😴 2/5 ⭐️
Going into this with a little trepidation—seems like it might be similar in style/tone to To the Lighthouse, which I didn‘t super enjoy due to the semi-stream of consciousness and the slowness and such. But it‘s only 194 pages so I can take the risk 😜 #nowreading
Perhaps this is too hard a read for January? Any Woolf fans?
#AdventRecommends Day 5
My favorite Classic and probably the best I'll ever read.The first Woolf I read and instantly fell in love with her writing. It's seamless and lyrical, transporting you to post- war England and yet the story never feels dated. It remains just as relevant and brilliant as ever. It's beauty lies in striking the perfect balance between style, mood, and form. This book spoke to my soul.
Leaving my books behind was one of the hardest things for me to do. Just looking at my bookshelf makes me feel better. These are two of my favourite books. Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Sons and Lovers by D. H Lawrence
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