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Sunday, 16 March 2014

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

“He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.” 

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf is one of the most well known modernist books. The novel was written in a stream-of-consciousness style and it was set in three parts and the plot can be really quickly summed up with:


The Window: Mrs. and Mr. Ramsay with their children and guests spending time in their Scottish holiday home. Six-year-old James wants to go the lighthouse, his mother agrees but Mr. Ramsay states that the weather is not good enough for the boat journey. One of the guests, Lily Briscoe is painting. Paul Rayley and Minta Doyle (two guests) get engaged.
Time Passes: World War 1 breaks out and the house is left abandoned. Everyone dies... Jokes – it just felt like that. Mrs. Ramsay died suddenly, Andrew Ramsay (oldest son) dies in battle and Prue (daughter) dies after giving birth. (Note: the deaths are all told in brackets)
The Lighthouse: Mr. Ramsay with his children (those that are still alive) and two of his guests decide to go back to the house. Mr. Ramsay makes his children go with him to the Lighthouse. Lily goes back to painting and this time manages to achieve her vision.

Personally, the summary that I just gave was exactly what a whole 227 page novel spent describing. But, if you’ve read my review on Mrs. Dalloway, my lack of enthusiasm for Virginia Woolf wouldn’t be surprising. For me, I need a plot that I can invest myself in. However, one thing that I must give to Woolf is her sense of rhythm, like the repetitive and familiar lives of the Ramsays as the waves come and go in their island. Only when I went back to the introduction written by Hermione Lee in 1991 (it was included in the version I borrowed) that I realised how much of a difference her editing and style really made. Read the manuscript version to see for yourself:

Friday, 28 February 2014

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf


"This late age of the world's experience had bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears" 



Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf is written in a stream-of-consciousness form; as were many modernist literature. The story is set in only one day, as Clarissa Dalloway organizes a party. The story reveals her thoughts and ideas. It also explores the interwoven stories of Dalloway's friends and husband. The story is told in parallel with a War Veteran suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. Even though the veteran is quite disillusioned he shares Clarissa's feeling of oppression by society. 

Personally, I did not enjoy this book as much as I had hoped to. This is due to my own dislike of the usual modernist style. I much prefer structure and a full narrative. However, I do enjoy analyzing and breaking apart this style of story. The more you analyse the more little 'tricks' and ideas of life and society that were so subtly criticized/analysed are discovered.

Friday, 24 August 2012

Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright


'If the innocent are unjust, I'd rather be counted among the guilty.-Valerie'

Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright is gothic twist to well known fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood. Valerie lived in a small village, it was just like any town except for one thing- every full moon people lock themselves and leave an offering for the wolf. On a certain night there is a red moon, then the next day someone had been killed by the wolf. When Father Auguste, the expert on werewolves, comes to their village he teaches the villagers about the wolf's way of life and suddenly everyone becomes a suspect. Valerie finds that she can now hear the wolf talk to her. Who is the wolf.

I really do ask, who is the wolf?!?! I didn't do any research beforehand so i ignorantly believed that like most stories the book comes first and then the movie. However, this wasn't the case with this novel. I really wish I knew this before because I probably wouldn't have read it.