Virginia Woolf I hate you There I said it Some authors you just don t get on with, and Woolf is right down the bottom of my shit list I ve got quite a few reasons why Artistic slayingSo there s a trend with each and every new artistic movement which involves pissing all over the one that came before it The newness asserts its dominance by destroying the old it s happened many times over history in all forms of artifice, whether it be literature, music, paintings or media in today s society The point is Virginia Woolf is a bitch Here s what she says about my beloved Jane AustenAnyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of two facts first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness second, that there are twenty five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their auntsfromA Room of One s Own.
And then thisWith their simple tools and primitive materials, it might be said, Fielding did well and Jane Austen even better, but compare their opportunities with ours Their masterpieces certainly have a strange air of simplicityfromModern Fiction Pffft.
Is this woman for real Don t worry Austen, I ve got your back Her Style or lack thereof So Virginia Woolf is one of the defining authors of the modernist movement she wrote the manifesto and she wrote some of the novels Some would even argue that she is modernism, but is that a good thing As a cultural movement, I find modernism slightly disturbing I m a romantic at heart, I believe in the idealism of Percy Shelley, Wordsworth s vison of nature and Coleridge s imagination thus, I feel like I am naturally predisposed to react negatively towards the movement Is this reader response theory at work Yes it is, I ve warned you I m incredibly bias towards this It focuses on a suburban way of life, and analyses the relationship between humans and the city Therefore, we have pages and pages of material in which the characters wonder round the streets looking at random things They observe the sights and they observe each other in a stream of mundane consciousness They remark on nature and almost, almost, compare it to this new modern life And this is where I throw my book at the wall How could the two even be put together in a paragraph The words Virginia Woolf uses to describe these things are ill at ease in my mind they don t belong hereBeauty, the world seemed to say And as if to prove it scientifically wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them and the flies rising and falling and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper and now again some chime it might be a motor horn tinkling divinely on the grass stalks all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now beauty, that was the truth now Beauty was everywhere Is city life natural Can we really describe a city in these terms Woolf proposes to capture the real essence of life this passage here isn t life it feels false Who walks through a city sees a leaf and is enamoured by its beauty No one Step outside the city and experience life in the true Wordsworth fashion, visit the lakes see the trees, and see real nature Granted, the Romantics made it sound sublime, but they captured the heart of it they didn t combine city life, with its connotations of ordinariness and industry, with the real essence of nature Real life is dull So Woolf attempts cough cough to capture real life, modernism was said to be real than realism This isn t some exciting plot or twisted love story or gothic drama this is a book about a woman who hosts a very dull party She walks round the city a few times making some disjointed descriptions, ponders a shell shocked victim, realises she never fulfilled her repressed lesbian desires, notices that the prime minister is in fact an ordinary man shock horror hold onto your seats and that s it So this new modern thing then, is it good In the case of this book, no, it s not It takes than a rejection of literary norms to establish greatness I ve read modernists next since this one and I ve actually enjoyed them Sometimes I feel like Woolf didn t know quite what she wanted when she wrote this, I feel like other writers adhere closer to her manifesto than she does herself And, well, they don t attack Austen.
So on a summer s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall and the whole world seems to be saying that is all and ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all Fear no , says the heart Fear no , says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall And the body alone listens to the passing bee the wave breaking the dog barking, far away barking and barking We first meet Clarissa Dalloway and her husband Richard in The Voyage Out Too many pages have been turned since my reading of Virginia Woolf s first novel for me to remember that I ve met them before It is similar to meeting someone at a party and then meeting them again several years later I might have a sliver of memory of meeting them before I always find it awkward to decide to confess that I do have a vague memory of them, potentially subtly unintentionally insulting them, or brazen it out with of course I remember you potential minefield if my slender memory is in fact wrong There is always the option of hitting the restart button by saying what a pleasure it is to meet them Some of this, of course, is entirely up to how they play it and if they remember meeting me before Clarissa Dalloway would know exactly how to handle that situation If she did bungle it, she would recover the situation with a little laugh and say something along the lines of how silly she is about names and faces I feel that Virginia was a bit harsh in her description of Clarissa in The Voyage OutClarissa is a tall slight woman, her body wrapped in furs, her face in veils, with artistic tastes and inclinations, but no brain whatsoeverI think that Clarissa has become who she was supposed to be not, as we find out, who she wanted to be She has become Mrs Richard Dalloway, and her identity beyond that has become a series of sepia toned memories of her brief life before marriage If you were to look in any phone book for Phillips County, Kansas, from 1954 to 1995, you would find listed a Mrs Dean Keeten From the moment Leota Irene Chester 22 married Dean Leo Keeten she became known as Mrs Dean Keeten My grandfather died in 1954, but when she checked herself into the hospital in 1995, for what became the last time, she still registered as Mrs Dean Keeten To her, the only power she had existed in my grandfather s name I can only think that she was well aware of the powerlessness of women and wanted people to believe that if they irritated her they would have to deal with her husband, ghostly though he was I d like to think, too, that there was a lingering pride in being married to the man Clarissa has trepidations over the changes in herself She is feeling olderJune morning soft with the glow of rose petals for some, she knew, and felt it, as she paused by the open staircase window which let in blinds flapping, dog barking, let in, she thought, feeling herself suddenly shrivelled, aged, breastless, the grinding, blowing, flowering of the day, out of doors, out of the window, out of her body and brain which now failed Clarissa is planning a party while her doppelganger Septimus Smith is considering his deathHe is linked to Clarissa through his anxieties about sexuality and marriage his anguish about mortality and immortality and his acute sensitivities to his surroundings, which have gone over the line into madness Birds sing in Greek.
He is haunted by the war, in particular his memories of his friend Evans who died in the closing months of the war He hallucinates He is certainly suffering from acute shell shock He isSeptimus Warren Smith, aged about thirty, pale faced, beak nosed, wearing brown shoes and a shabby overcoat, with hazel eyes which had that look of apprehension in them which makes complete strangers apprehensive too The world has raised its whip where will it descendI do wonder if there weren t some homosexual overtones to his relationship with Evans I like the idea because if he is a true doppelganger of Clarissa, then her thoughts and memories of Sally Seton tie in so nicely I would say Clarissa was smitten at first sightBut all that evening she could not take her eyes off Sally It was an extraordinary beauty of the kind she most admired, dark, large eyes, with that quality which, since she hadn t got it herself, she always envied a sort of abandonment, as if she could say anything, do anythingSally must have been a handful because the strained relations with her family necessitated a span of time apart There is the hope that an unruly child will act better with others than they do with their own family A kiss shared between the two girls is remembered by Clarissa as one of the most passionate moments in her life Sally does come to the party, now married, now Lady Rosseter with five sons She is completely reformed and conformed to the very aspects I m sure she found so infuriating about her family Clarissa also has an old flame, Peter Walsh, who is back from India just in time to attend her party She has not seen Sally or Peter for many years so her party is infused with a certain level of warped nostalgia Though really one gets the impression that Clarissa might have preferred leaving them both suspended in time when they were who she remembered them to be Sheyou see jilted Peter for Richard Peter is still in love with her As she analyzes her thoughts of Peter, it is certainly on a practical level than a romantic one She considers, without any gossamer wrapped sentimentality, what her life would have been like if she had married him In his pockets Peter carries a menagerie of totemshis knife, his watch his seals, his note case, and Clarissa s letter which he would not read again but liked to think of, and Daisy s photographThe knife he pulls out whenever he is nervous and opens and closes it This trait so annoys Clarissa It is potentially comparable to fondling oneself into arousal I had the impression that if he were to lose everything he owned except for those few things he carried on his person, he would be fine If he were to lose those precious items, he would be out of sorts for quite some time and would be slow to recover from their loss.
Peter has trouble with women, leaving scandals in his wake wherever he goes He falls in love too easily, which could be attributed to a naturally romantic manner He once followed a girl for a half hour and, from the scant information he gained about her, nearly fell in love with her Easy to do when you have only flipped through the pages very quickly without taking the time to actual read the narrative I d like to think that the reason he is this way is because of the torch he still carries for Clarissa Nothing else will ever be as real for him anyway Of course, the woman he loved no longer exists either Clarissa shares some of her thoughts on death after she hears the chatter at her party about the suicide of Septimus SmithDeath was defiance Death was an attempt to communicate, people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which mystically, evaded them closeness drew apart rapture faded one was alone There was an embrace in deathThe reverence with which this statement about death is made put a shiver down my back Woolf admitted that she had difficulty writing about the madness of Septimus She used some of her own depression inspired hallucinations to describe his distressing anxiety She had planned for Clarissa to die at the end of the novel, but shifted that role to Septimus Not that I think Clarissa is Virginia, but there are certainly aspects to her thought processes that are shared with Woolf It may have been too bold, too frightening for those who knew Virginia to have Clarissa kill herself The treatment, if you call it that, of Septimus is a condemnation of psychology in post WW1 British society Woolf was treated by several incompetent doctors for her own struggles with depression Sir William Bradshaw, the famous psychiatrist, who was treating Septimus often bragged about his ability to determine a person s problems, and to also be able to prescribe a treatment in five minutes or less Obviously, his respect for his own profession is rather cavalier, and certainly his dismissive attitude to the true nature of mental illness is reprehensible Virginia Woolf put stones in her pockets, walked into the river Ouse, and drowned herself sixteen years after the publication of this novel I often think how long she had been considering suicide before she actually made that final decision.
I had planned to start this book and then set it aside while I finished another book That turned out to be impossible Mrs Dalloway would not tolerate any rivals I was hers for the duration It is a modest book in regards to size, but so packed with so many wonderful observations that I could continue, with ease, to write several thousand words regarding other aspects of this novel I loved the style There is a bounce to the writing as if springs have been attached to the words to keep them from miring down in meditative thought The characters, though possessing few characteristics that I admire, were likeable, and today I actually find myself missing them as if I had toddled off to India or the West Indies The ending was superb What is this terror what is this ecstasy Peter thought to himself What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit also have a Facebook blogger page at While reading her works, I get the impression that Virginia Woolf knows everything about people and that she understands life better than anyone, ever Is there a single hidden feeling or uncommon perspective with which she is not intimately acquainted And does anyone else draw forth these feelings and perspectives with grace and empathy, and impart them to us in such a lush, inimitable fashion Perhaps But you d never think that while immersed in her exquisite, adult dramas In Mrs Dalloway, Woolf s able to achieve complete well roundedness for a half dozen people in a smattering of pages where each person is valuable and each is misguided, where disagreements truly have two or reasonable sides, where issues of right wrong black white are utterly absent, dismissed as child s play, uninteresting Woolf allows her characters to hate as well as to love, and everyone must expose their private, raw feelings to the reader I want to get to know Virginia Woolf I want to absorb her wisdom and to see the world through her eyes, with her soul wise, beautiful, understanding She s one of the few authors whose writing is so evocative and filled with human beings so well drawn that I frequently drift into thoughts of my own life, comparing myself to Peter Walsh or Clarissa Dalloway or Hugh Whitbread or Sally Seton, ferreting out my own shortcomings as I see them gently spread out in Woolf s oh so real characters Many people who ve read Woolf s shorter works admit surprise at how long it takes to finish them, even if one is fully engrossed I think this is why her writing invokes open ended reverie that s profoundly personal and inescapable Woolf s prose is fantastic, although I prefer that of To the Lighthouse, which has a haunted, ethereal beauty that s better fit for the Isle of Skye than for London s busy streets Still, she has a poetic way with descriptions that I find so aesthetically pleasing First a warning, musical then the hour, irrevocable.
Is there a better better sounding, at least description of Big Ben s tolling In many passages, the stops and starts feel abrupt, strange to the reading mind But for whatever reason, it simply feels right always just enough and never It s difficult to discuss or sum up the plot of this book, which moves fluidly from the streaming conscious of one character to the next This passing of the story telling baton is so subtle, however, that I can t remember a single transition None These moments would likely deserve study and genuflection in an inevitable rereading I suspect that Mrs Dalloway is one of those books you can not only reread and enjoy at different stages in life, but one that will offer distinct new pleasures and wisdoms at each stage In other words, it s the best kind of book Mrs Dalloway ultimately builds toward the title character s dinner party, but I actually found this finale to be somewhat less interesting than the parts that came before We re introduced to many new characters in the final 25 pages, which, despite the fact that each one gets no than a paragraph of time and some must share , is something of a nuisance after becoming attached to five or six major players She wraps things up well with the mainstays though, and the ending manages to be both understated and stirring, providing the readers with the pain and relief that comes with confession Upon finishing, the first thing that popped into my mind was Radiohead Everything In its right place.
Virginia Woolf set out to write an unconventional novel and succeeded, although since she wrote, we have read so many unconventional novels that it seems tame In her introduction to the edition I read, Maureen Howard writes If ever there was a work conceived in response to the state of the novel, a consciously modern novel, it is Mrs Dalloway She may have been influenced by Ulysses because all the action occurs in one day Church bells mark significant events In turn this marking of the day influenced The Hours, a book based on Woolf s life, by Michael Cunningham But unlike in Joyce s work, this is not an ordinary day True, it centers on what we would now call a cocktail party Mrs Dalloway lived for those and hosted them frequently but it s also the day when a former flame of hers the fire on his part, not hers returns from five years in India And it s also a day when one of the characters we follow commits suicide His doctor arrives at the party and announces this to everyone as soon as he s inside the door now there s a downer Through her reflections and that of several other characters we learn the details of Mrs Dalloway s life She s 52, pale, a bit sickly, attractive enough but not beautiful We learn of her husband, a nice man, a government bureaucrat whose career has peaked he will never be a Minister She worries about him having a business lunch today with another woman friend of hers and Mrs Dalloway was not invited Of her daughter, she worries that she is being unduly influenced by the religion of her female tutor Catholicism And of course she worries about meeting the old flame he still loves her after 30 years, a marriage and various affairs True love or arrested development The book, published in 1925, is also a time capsule of daily life in London in the early post war years WW I of course A time when horses had been replaced by cars As we follow her around town in her preparations we see the hustle and bustle of the city, the grocers, the shop girls, the crazies in the park A good book It makes you think about life and death You can t ask for than that Her language is also fun When is the last time you were whelmed Not overwhelmed just plain old whelmed What s a Holland bag Even on the web, apparently no one knows.
Mrs Dalloway is one of those books one is supposed to adore for its disruption of convention and innovative use of time, sound, parallel narrative structure etc While I respect and admire the literary advances VW makes with this novel, I just can t get into it I ve read it three times over the course of my reading life, once at 17 then at 21, and finally just a few months ago I find it sleepy like dozing in a warm insect filled garden, which is not a bad way to spend an afternoon as long as you have some DEET , but ultimately doesn t jolt me into action, revelation, excitement, or motivation Rather, Mrs Dalloway really annoys me as a character, and I feel the need to explore this since many of my friends cringe when I tell them I m just not that into her I ll continue trying to figure out my problem with this novel and post an update someday Meanwhile, if there is anyone out there who sort of doesn t like it too, please let me know I feel lonely.
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life.
Our lives are an elaborate and exquisite collage of moments Each moment beautiful and powerful on their own when reflected upon, turned about and examined to breath in the full nostalgia for each glorious moment gone by, yet it is the compendium of moments that truly form our history of individuality Yet, what is an expression of individuality if it is not taken in relation to all the lives around us, as a moment in history, a drop in a multitude of drops to form an ocean of existence Virginia Woolf enacts the near impossibility in Mrs Dalloway of charting for examination and reflection the whole of a lifeline for multiple characters, all interweaving to proclaim a brilliant portrait of existence itself, all succinctly packaged in the elegant wrappings of a solitary day Akin to Joyce s monumental achievement, Ulysses, Woolf s poetic plunge into the minds and hearts of her assorted characters not only dredges up an impressively multi faceted perspective on their lives as a whole, but delivers a cutting social satire extending far beyond the boundaries of the selective London society that struts and frets their 24 hours upon the stage of Woolf s words Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
This simple phrase is one any serious student of literature would recognize lest they fear an inadequacy of appearance in the eyes of their collegiate classmates, much in the way a great deal of actions in Mrs Dalloway is a learned behavior for the sake of appearances Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame, and much of what we do out of habit, out of adherence to social standards, is what upholds the society at hand and shapes the civilization of the times Woolf s novel hinges upon manners and social standings, highlighting a withering hegemony during the a period of change and rebirth with society marching forward into an uncertain and unrestrained future following the first World War However, before getting too far ahead into a broad scope, it is imperative to examine the immediate and singular implications of the novel Much of Mrs Dalloway is deceptively simplistic, using the singular as a doorway into the collective, and offering a tiny gift of perfect that can be unpacked to expose an infinite depiction of the world Take the title, for instance In most cases, the central character is referred to as Clarissa Dalloway, yet it was essential to place Mrs Dalloway first and foremost in the readers mind to forever bind their impression of her as a married woman, an extension of Mr Richard Dalloway In comparison, Miss Kilman is never addressed in text without the title Miss to emphasize her unmarried and, in terms of the social standings of the time, inferior position in society or even Ellie Henderson whose poverty doesn t even earn her a title of marital status in the eyes of the Dalloway circle, forever condemned to a singular name inconsequential to anything Just the indication of Clarissa as the wife of a member of government expands well beyond her status as an individual to open a conversation about social implications Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence.
Personal identity plays a major theme within the novel with each character s entire life on display simply through their actions and reflection within the solitary June day Clarissa is examined through a weaving of past and present as she tumbles through an existential crises in regards to her position as the wife of a dignitary and as a the perfect party host Why, after all, did she do these things Why seek pinnacles and stand drenched in fire Might it consume her anyhowThrough her interactions with Peter, the reader is treated to her romantic lineage, rejecting Peter for the safer, social circle security of Robert, which gives way to a questioning if she is merely a snob Further, the reader witnesses Clarissa in her heights of emotion through her friendship with Sally Seton , a relationship that seems to transcend the rigid gender roles of the time The strange thing, on looking back, was the purity, the integrity, of her feeling for Sally It was not like one s feeling for a man It was completely disinterested, and besides, it had a quality which could only exist between women.
Virginia Woolf s own sexuality has been a topic of interest over the years, and the relationship between Clarissa and Sally the kiss shared between them being considered by Clarissa to be a notable peak of happiness in her life is open to interpretation However, this aspect of Clarissa s life and identity allows for one of the numerous footholds of feminism found throughout the text, giving way to an image of Sally rejecting standard gender roles through examples such as her openly smoking cigars Through Clarissa we see a desire of life, of not becoming stagnant, of not being herself invisible unseen unknown this being Mrs Dalloway not even Clarissa any this being Mrs Richard Dalloway.
There must be a way to separate from the society, to form an identity beyond social conventions or gender, to find life in a world hurtling towards death Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is on you.
As a foil to the character of Clarissa, Woolf presents the war torn Septimus While Clarissa finds meaning in her merrymaking because what she liked was simply life , and bringing people together to be always moving towards a warm center of life, Septimus is shown as moving outwards, stolen away from the joys of life through his experiences of bloodshed in battle So there was no excuse, nothing whatever the matter, except the sin for which human nature had condemned him to death that he did not feel.
While Clarissa grapples with her fear of death, that is must end and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all, Septimus finds life, a never ending spiral of guilt for not feeling beset by visions of his fallen comrade, to be a fearsome and loathsome beast Doctors would have him locked away a dramatic contrast to the lively parties hosted by Clarissa , and even his own wife forges an identity of guilt and self conscious sorrow for upholding a clearly disturbed husband This is a haunting portrait of post traumatic stress disorder and depression, the latter fmuch like Woolf herself suffered Septimus and Clarissa are like opposite sides to the same coin, however, and many essential parrallels exist between them Both find solace in the works of Shakespeare , both obsess over a lonely figure in an opposing window one of Septimus last impressions in the land of the living , and both trying to express themselves in the world yet fearing the solitude that their failures will form for them Even his inability to feel is similar to the love felt by Clarissa But nothing is so strange when one is in love and what was this except being in love as the complete indifference of other people.
Death becomes an important discussion point of the novel, with each character trying to define themselves in the face of, or in spite of, their impending demise Peter so fears death that he follows a stranger through town, inventing an elaborate fantasy of romance to blot out the deathly darkness Yet, it is in contrast to death that we find life Clarissa s desire for communication, community and life is only given weight in relation to the news of death that invades her partyDeath was defiance Death was an attempt to communicate people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them closeness drew apart repute faded, one was alone There was an embrace in death.
What is most impressive about Mrs Dalloway is the nearly endless array of tones and voices that Woolf is able to so deftly sashay between While each character is unique, it is the contrast between death and life that she weaves that is staggeringly wonderful Right from the beginning, Woolf treats us to a feast of contrast For it was the middle of June The War was over, except for some one like Mrs Foxcroft at the Embassy last night eating her heart out because that nice boy was killed but it was over thank Heaven over It was June and everywhere, thought it was still early, there was a beating, a stirring of galloping ponies, tapping of cricket batsCold death and warm life on a sunny June day all mingle together here, and throughout the novel And we are constantly reminded of our lives marching towards death like a battalion of soldiers, each hour pounded away by the ringing of Big Ben This motif is two fold, both representing the lives passing from present to past, but also using the image of Big Ben as a symbol of British society The war has ended and a new era is dawning, one where the obdurate and stuffy society of old has been shown to be withered and wilting, like Clarissa s elderly aunt with the glass eye Not only are the lifelines of each character put under examination, but the history of the English empire as well, highlighting the ages of imperialism that have spread the sons of England across the map and over bloody battlefields Clarissa is a prime example of the Euro centrism found in society, frequently confusing the Albanians and Armenians, and assuming that her love of England and her contributions to society must in some way benefit them Byt she loved her roses didn t that help the ArmeniansIn contrast is Peter, constantly toying with his knife a symbol of masculinity imposed by an ideal enforced by bloodshed and military might to evince not only his fears of inadequacy as a Man fostered by Clarissa s rejection for him and his possibly shady marriage plans , but his wishy washy feelings of imperialism after spending time in India Beauty, the world seemed to say And as if to prove it scientifically wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them and the flies rising and falling and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper and now again some chime it might be a motor horn tinkling divinely on the grass stalks all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now beauty, that was the truth now Beauty was everywhere.
Mrs Dalloway is nearly overwhelming in scope despite the tiny package and seemingly singular advancements of plot Seamlessly moving between the minds and hearts of each character with a prose that soars to the stratosphere, Woolf presents an intensely detailed portrait of post war Europe and the struggles of identity found within us all While it can be demanding at times, asking for your full cooperation and attention, but only because to miss a single second would be a tragic loss to the reader, this is one of the most impressive and inspiring novels I have ever read Woolf manages to take the scale of Ulysses and the poetic prowess of the finest poets, and condense it all in 200pgs of pure literary excellence Simple yet sprawling, this is one of the finest novels of the 20th century and an outstanding achievement that stands high even among Woolf s other literary giants This novel has a bit of a raw feel when compared to To the Lighthouse, yet that work is nothing short of pure perfection, a novel so highly tuned that one worries that even breathing on it will tarnish it s sleek and shiny luster Dalloway stands just as tall, however, both as a satire on society and a powerful statement of feminism A civilization is made up of the many lives within, and each life is made up of many moments, all of which culminating to a portrait of human beauty Though at the end of life we must meet death, it is through death we find life.
5 5 It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.
With regards to the discussion of marital titles, Sally Seton later becomes Lady Rosseter through marriage This title further emphasizes marriage as a means of climbing the social ladder, with Sally seen in the past as an impoverished, rebellious ragamuffin, yet through marriage gains an aura of dignity Perhaps Sally becoming a housewife is a statement on the society of the times suffocating feministic freedoms There is an interesting rejection of Shakespeare found most notably in the characters of Richard Dallowlay and Lady Bruton This emphasized the dying British society as a cold and artless being, devoid of emotion This is most evident through Richard Dalloway, seen as a symbol of British society, as he fails to express his emotions of love towards his wife.
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Mrs Dalloway follows a set of characters as they go about their lives on a normal day The eponymous character, Clarissa Dalloway, does simple things she buys some flowers, walks in a park, is visited by an old friend and throws a party She speaks to a man who was once in love with her, and who still believes that she settled by marrying her politician husband She talks to a female friend with whom she was once in love Then, in the final pages of the book, she hears about a poor lost soul who threw himself from a doctor s window onto a line of railings.
Septimus Smith Shell shocked after his experiences in World War I, he is a so called madman, who hears voices He was once in love with a fellow soldier named Evans a ghost who haunts him throughout the novel His infirmity is rooted in his fear and his repression of this forbidden love Finally, tired of a world that he believes is false and unreal, he commits suicide.
The two characters whose experiences form the core of the novel Clarissa and Septimus share a number of similarities In fact, Woolf saw Clarissa and Septimus as like two different aspects of the same person, and the linkage between the two is emphasized by a series of stylistic repetitions and mirrorings Unbeknownst to Clarissa and Septimus, their paths cross a number of times throughout the day just as some of the situations in their lives followed similar paths.
Clarissa and Septimus were in love with a person of their own sex, and both repressed their loves because of their social situations Even as their lives mirror, parallel and cross Clarissa and Septimus take different paths in the final moments of the novel Both are existentially insecure in the worlds they inhabit one chooses life, while the other chooses death.
Woolf s stream of consciousness style allows readers into the minds and hearts of her characters She also incorporates a level of psychological realism that Victorian novels were never able to achieve The everyday is seen in a new light internal processes are opened up in her prose, memories compete for attention, thoughts arise unprompted, and the deeply significant and the utterly trivial are treated with equal importance Woolf s prose is also enormously poetic She has the very special ability to make the ordinary ebb and flow of the mind sing.
Mrs Dalloway is linguistically inventive, but the novel also has an enormous amount to say about its characters Woolf handles their situations with dignity and respect As she studies Septimus and his deterioration into madness, we see a portrait that draws considerably from Woolf s own experiences Woolf s stream of consciousness style leads us to experience madness We hear the competing voices of sanity and insanity.
Woolf s vision of madness does not dismiss Septimus as a person with a biological defect She treats the consciousness of the madman as something apart, valuable in itself, and something from which the wonderful tapestry of her novel could be woven.
Mrs Dalloway Chronicles A June Day In The Life Of Clarissa Dalloway A Day That Is Taken Up With Running Minor Errands In Preparation For A Party And That Is Punctuated, Toward The End, By The Suicide Of A Young Man She Has Never Met In Giving An Apparently Ordinary Day Such Immense Resonance And Significance Infusing It With The Elemental Conflict Between Death And Life Virginia Woolf Triumphantly Discovers Her Distinctive Style As A Novelist originally Published In , Mrs Dalloway Is Woolf S First Complete Rendering Of What She Described As The Luminous Envelope Of Consciousness A Dazzling Display Of The Mind S Inside As It Plays Over The Brilliant Surface And Darker Depths Of RealityThis Edition Uses The Text Of The original British Publication Of Mrs Dalloway, Which Includes Changes Woolf Made That Never Appeared In The First Or Subsequent American Editions