Category: Woolf

The ideal writing life

I am a big fan of Virginia Woolf. In my opinion The Waves is one of the top 3 novels ever written. And I am also, as so many of you, very fascinated by her essays, and regard A Room of One’s Own as obligatory reading. I have, until now, considered Woolf’s advice on the importance…

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Haunted by literature

To the Lighthouse – once again. It won’t leave me alone. It’s the dinner-scene, it keeps coming back to me, asking to be investigated, scrutinised, analysed … dissected? I have posted on it before, but I can see there is more to explore. I will try to write an essay on it, this autumn, just…

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it is a great art to saunter

If I were to describe Olivia Laing’s To the River: A Journey Beneath the Surface in one word, I would call it slentrende, which is a Norwegia word for saunting: A verb of unconfirmed origin, saunter means to “walk with a leisurely gait.” As a noun, saunter describes that leisurely gait. Henry David Thoreau once said “it is a great…

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Men are all brothers … ?!

Yesterday I read a bit about Oulipo. While reading I discovered this beautifully arranged picture of a part of the group, but couldn’t help noticing that there weren’t any women around … (I am, after all, on a quest  for literary foremothers). In A Room of One’s Own Virginia Woolf writes: “we think back through our mothers…

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I have not studied Dr Freud

Alessio had this comment to my post Woolf & the Ramsay’s: Thank you for sharing this. It is what I believe to be ‘writing as therapy’ as I recently suggested in one of my posts. Virginia Woolf is no exception. The comment, which I believe to be to the point, made me want to have a quick…

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Woolf & the Ramsay’s

I’m reading Alexandra Harris’s introduction to Virginia Woolf She has some interesting thoughts on Woolf’s personal relationship to the characters in the story, here is what she writes: At the age of 44 Woolf made a portrait of her parents as they were in middle age, looking at them face to face. When Vanessa read…

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