A review by bradluen
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

5.0

For the first hundred pages I was worried that this would be a high-achieving precursor to the relations-between-the-sexes novels that litter bourgie lit. It wouldn't be horrible to read that way -- Woolf is the rare author who can write convincingly from both female and male perspectives. Soon, though, the modernism steps up a gear with one of the great terrible dinner parties in literature. Woolf doesn't so much paint the partygoers' thoughts as their experience of thoughts. Time passes, plot points are tossed off in square brackets, and Lily Briscoe offers a rejoinder to the male canon from Homer to Joyce.