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molslittlelibrary's review against another edition
3.75
And if we’re left asking questions, isn’t it a failure as a play? I must say I like to feel sure if i go to the theatre, that i’ve grasped the meaning… or was that, perhaps, what she meant?
stjernesvarme's review
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.5
joannaautumn's review
4.0
”Did the plot matter? She shifted and looked over her right shoulder. The plot was only there to beget emotion. There were only two emotions: love; and hate. There was no need to puzzle out the plot. Perhaps Miss La Trobe meant that when she cut this knot in the centre?
Don’t bother about the plot: the plot’s nothing.”
Woolf, a true modernist, tries to portray every aspect of life, experimenting with the writing and narration, writing about the things that aren’t given page time in fiction; say the effect of music on people, rich imagery of nature and food, sudden outburst of strong emotions.
Surely, one can draw a parallel between Miss La Trobe and Woolf, capturing the struggle of a writer to give birth to the concept in their head but “the words escaped her”, words are at the same time wonderful and awfully difficult because they are open to different interpretation. A wise man, in one of my favourite books, one whom I admire a lot, once said:
“It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.”
-Gustave Flaubert, Sentimental Education
That being said, this novel doesn’t have a traditional protagonist nor plot. One might say that nothing meaningful happens in the novel.
The time span of the novel is one day in June 1939, a few weeks before WWII, exploring the tie between the past and how it influences the present.
It follows one English family and their friends and acquaintances attending a yearly pageant; the pageant itself is a portrayal of the whole spectre of English history and literature from Canterbury tales of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Queen Elizabeth, Restoration comedies to the present day. Another instrument that ties the past and the present together, considering the time when the pageant is played out the question arises – how long will things go unchanged?
” Dear, how my mind wanders, she checked herself. What she meant was, change had to come, unless things were perfect; in which case she supposed they resisted Time. Heaven was changeless.”
Between the acts is, on one hand, a story about creation – the creation of artistic work, creation of the inner dynamics of human relationships, creation of life itself – much of life is in the things unsaid, unwritten, the things hidden Between the acts, between our actions, between our words.
“But we have other lives, I think, I hope,’ she murmured.'We live in others… We live in things.”
In conclusion: I liked this novel very much! The ideas underneath it weren’t stronger than the novel itself – which I often find problematic with modernist prose fiction
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My faith in Virginia Woolf is restored. Review to come.
syllu's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.25
izumen's review against another edition
3.0
„Между действията“ е опияняваща и трудна за разкодиране книга, която изисква втори прочит, водене на бележки, контекст и търпение, но преди всичко – съчувствие към недостатъците на човечеството, което на пръв поглед се е отдалечило от песента на птиците. В последния си роман Улф наблюдава с уморена усмивка игривото редуване на маски и го отразява като в огледало, понеже само между действията проблясват прикритите ни несигурности. По този начин се оказва, че въпреки гръмките думи ние сме същите хора, които пускат бомби над Лондон и разрушават дома ѝ, същите, над които се надсмива и обича. Ние сме хората, които избира да напусне завинаги.
Значи това бил малкият ѝ номер! Да ни покаже нас, каквито сме, сега, тук и как.
Значи това бил малкият ѝ номер! Да ни покаже нас, каквито сме, сега, тук и как.
briancrandall's review against another edition
5.0
The other trees were magnificently straight. They were not too regular; but regular enough to suggest columns in a church; in a church without a roof; in an open-air cathedral, a place where swallows darting seemed, by the regularity of the trees, to make a pattern, dancing, like the Russians, only not to music, but to the unheard rhythm of their own wild hearts. [64–5]
For I hear music, they were saying. Music wakes us. Music makes us see the hidden, join the broken. Look and listen. See the flowers, how they ray their redness, whiteness, silverness and blue. And the trees with their many-tongued much syllabling, their green and yellow leaves hustle us and shuffle us, and bid us, like the starlings, and the rooks, come together, crowd together, to chatter and make merry while the red cow moves forward and the black cow stands still. [120]
redroseses's review against another edition
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.5
harpweaving's review against another edition
5.0
I started this book in the spring, then took a long break from it. I was too distracted, and found myself losing the thread. When I picked it up again yesterday, I wasn't sure if I would be able to find my way into it again; but I slid right in, as though I hadn't not read it in two months. The whole thing in fact felt much more real and immediate than it had before.
This is a strange book, and not quite as strong as To The Lighthouse or Mrs Dalloway. But the tide of words draws you in almost even more powerfully than in those books, though perhaps you're more confused as to where you're going. At the same time I was surprised by how many points of reference I recognized throughout the novel, which gave a comforting, familiar feel to it. Most of all the strong shades of "Howards End" that I felt towards the end, which made me very happy. "Orts, scraps, and fragments!" "Unity -- Dispersity!"
This is a strange book, and not quite as strong as To The Lighthouse or Mrs Dalloway. But the tide of words draws you in almost even more powerfully than in those books, though perhaps you're more confused as to where you're going. At the same time I was surprised by how many points of reference I recognized throughout the novel, which gave a comforting, familiar feel to it. Most of all the strong shades of "Howards End" that I felt towards the end, which made me very happy. "Orts, scraps, and fragments!" "Unity -- Dispersity!"