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Mrs Dalloway characters ´ 109 ¿ Virginia Woolf's singular techniue in Mrs Dalloway heralds a break with the traditional novel form and reflects a genuine humanity and concern with the experiences that both enrich and stultify existence Society hostess Clarissa Dalloway is giving a party Her thoughts and sensations on that one day and the interior monoIssa's life is touched by tragedy as the events in her day run parallel to those in the day of Septimus Warren SmithThe delicate artistry and lyrical prose of Woolf's fourth novel establish her as a writer of profound tale. Is this amazing book the archetype for present day feminine TV Soap Operas If you said that I and so many others who’ve been utterly charmed by Virginia Woolf’s disarmingly ‘unrehearsed’ slice of life prose in this incredible book would take bitter umbrageNo this little book is MUCH than thatIt’s a radiant hymn to the power of momentary personal Epiphanies in our rapidly moving seemingly impersonal and largely unconscious livesYou know those magical Chicken Soup for The Soul moments when everything in our random lives suddenly why who knows makes SENSEHave you had thoseI think we all have and a famous writer named James Joyce LIVED for them From his earliest childhood on And they are the key to his densest novelsNow back in the early twentieth century books by Mr Joyce suddenly became scarce for reasons that were perfectly clear to a precious few but unknown to the hoi poloi that’s USBut Virginia Woolf could get ‘em You see her wonderful husband Leonard was a Publisher He founded the famed Hogarth Press And he had continental publishing contacts and thus clear access to the early classics of modern lit which back then were always so strangely out of stock in our worldSo when Leonard Woolf discovered the radical stream of conscious world of Mr Joyce he let Virginia in on the secretAnd the rest and Mrs Dalloway was historyAnd NOW the English Speaking World darkened by the inclement weather of European extremist politics could see what the fuss over Mr Joyce was REALLY about And it was simply this the ordinary isolated magical moments of simple peopleAnd that’s itAnd isn’t that what OUR life’s really about Magic momentsWhen I was in my Junior Year at University I had a wonderful professor She exuded such a simple radiance a radiance that extended itself to every one of those modern novels in that endlessly fascinating course she taught all of which she so loved and wanted to share with her young studentsNow hold on just a moment We’re talking MODERN novels Those dark twentieth century explorations of the forbidden hidden recesses of the fallen human psyche Writers like Joyce and Beckett WHAT simple radiance do you mean to find in themOK I’ll explain My prof was a bright and starry eyed scholar Disabled from an early age and a lifelong reader she brought to her readings of these dark classics a joyful reverence belonging to a human category few of us rememberUnvarnished innocenceSo there I was an impressionable kid in her class who had recently and woefully come of age and could see in her something that rose far above my fellow hippie classmates all of whom were living wildly for the dayShe had given me reason for rejoicing in the classics again looking at them through her unspoiled grateful eyesAnd I wanted to thank her for itFor my final paper of the term I chose the subject ‘That Timeless Moment The Epiphany in the Novels of Virginia Woolf’ I poured my whole heart soul and all the effort I could muster into itAnd she LOVED it Thanks Mr Joyce Mrs Woolf Mrs Dalloway and dear Susan for cutting through all of modern life’s oh so convenient dark obfuscations paranoias and taboos To get us to the radiant HEART OF LIFE again

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Virginia Woolf's singular techniue in Mrs Dalloway heralds a break with the traditional novel form and reflects a genuine humanity and concern with the experiences that both enrich and stultify existence Society hostess Cl. Experiencing Mrs Dalloway is like being a piece of luggage on an airport conveyor belt traversing lazily through a crowd of passengers over and around and back again but with the added bonus of being able to read people’s thoughts as they pass; this one checking his flight schedule that one arguing with his wife the one over there struggling with her cart bumping into those arguing and checking For the most part the ride is smooth as Woolf transitions from one consciousness to another But at times I find myself falling off the conveyor belt Whether this is a result of my own inabilities or whether Woolf’s dreamy style leads me naturally astray into my own wanderings I do not know But I do know that the effort to get back onto her belt are handsomely rewardedIn short this novel contains some of the most beautiful writing I’ve ever seen in print e ink welcome to the 21st century Mrs D But although uoting long passages in a Goodreads review is not usually my modus operandi I feel I must do so here just to demonstrate my point Have you ever had your mind so preoccupied with “stuff” that sometimes a passing comment triggers a strange feeling of not uite right–ness a feeling which stems from the ability of your subconscious to somehow absorb the comment even while the conscious part of your brain has not yet had time to process it This happens to me all the time and that nagging feeling persists until I find time to reflect on what has caused it Here Woolf captures the moment perfectly But—but—why did she suddenly feel for no reason that she could discover desperately unhappy As a person who has dropped some grain of pearl or diamond into the grass and parts the tall blades very carefully this way and that and searches here and there vainly and at last spies it there at the roots so she went through one thing and another; no it was not Sally Seton saying that Richard would never be in the Cabinet because he had a second class brain it came back to her; no she did not mind that; nor was it to do with Elizabeth either and Doris Kilman; those were facts It was a feeling some unpleasant feeling earlier in the day perhaps; something that Peter had said combined with some depression of her own in her bedroom taking off her hat; and what Richard had said had added to it but what had he said There were his roses Her parties That was it Her parties Both of them criticised her very unfairly laughed at her very unjustly for her parties That was it That was it Besides shedding light on my own strange neurosis I think this passage also reveals something interesting about Clarissa Dalloway Why do Peter’s comments about her being the perfect hostess bother her so much Mrs Dalloway often claims to be fortunate to have married a man who allows her to be independent and to be grateful to have avoided a catastrophic marriage to one who would have stifled her But to me these are just rationalizations for her decision to marry someone with whom she does not share the kind of intimacy that she might have otherwise had In a way her parties have taken the place of that intimacy though it is an intimacy on her terms—she is able to enjoy the company of her high society friends while still keeping them at a comfortable enough distance to shield them from learning too much about her When Peter gently mocks her parties it annoys her because it invariably results in her having to reconcile the sacrifices she has made in exchange for her current lifestyleAnother noteworthy aspect of Woolf’s writing is her acute description of post traumatic stress disorder PTSD was not formally recognized until the 1970s and even though documentation of symptoms was common in the 1940s when World War II veterans were being treated for “mental disturbances” the fact that Woolf delves into this subject as early as 1925 is pretty profound Back then shell shock meant that you were suffering from a form of “exhaustion” as if veterans of the Great War were no worse off than Britney Spears after a few too many nights out In this regard Septimus is a truly tragic character a victim of a time and place without the resources to help him His mental anguish seems also to mirror the sufferings of the unrelated Mrs Dalloway In fact despite crossing paths in only the most abstract of ways Clarissa and Septimus have uite a bit in common They both struggle to balance their private lives against the need for social inclusion they both internalize their emotions at the expense of personal relationships and they both end up having to make difficult choices albeit with drastically different outcomes about their respective futuresIt’s true Mrs Dalloway offers remarkable insight into its characters and is certainly worth the effort My only uestion is does this conveyor belt stop here or will it take me To the LighthouseSeptember 2012 UpdateA recording of me reading this review can be found here

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Mrs DallowayArissa Dalloway is giving a party Her thoughts and sensations on that one day and the interior monologues of others whose lives are interwoven with hers gradually reveal the characteristics of the central protagonists Clar. 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 acuainted 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 exuisite 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 freuently 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