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The Hours
by Michael Cunningham
Gorgeous, glittering, exhilarating. What a lark! What a plunge! Such a well-written, hauntingly poetic, painfully serious reimagining of Virginia Woolfâs work. The narrative threads are woven together masterfully - marvellous jn their repetition of what has been written before as in their newness. The language is searing, shimmering, a boldly beautiful reflection of life. Oh, the things a simple couple of hours can do with and say about a life! How we loathe life, how we love it!
Sometimes I wonder whether I am being too harsh in my judgement of the novels I read, and then I stumble across writing like this, words that eat their way into my soul and leave a blazing trail of hunger for more, of yearning for life, and I remember. I remember what exactly it is that writing does to me when it is exceptional, and that I am right to chase that feeling and to miss it in less incisive and less intimate books. The Hours took my breath, pulled me into the fragments of these lives and their reminiscence of what has been and come before. Yes, this is literature I feel in my core, in its complexity and its simplicity. Knowing and loving Virginia Woolf made this ever so much more exhilarating, but it is much more than a mere brutish copy. The the joys, the pains, and always that struggle for life.
Sometimes I wonder whether I am being too harsh in my judgement of the novels I read, and then I stumble across writing like this, words that eat their way into my soul and leave a blazing trail of hunger for more, of yearning for life, and I remember. I remember what exactly it is that writing does to me when it is exceptional, and that I am right to chase that feeling and to miss it in less incisive and less intimate books. The Hours took my breath, pulled me into the fragments of these lives and their reminiscence of what has been and come before. Yes, this is literature I feel in my core, in its complexity and its simplicity. Knowing and loving Virginia Woolf made this ever so much more exhilarating, but it is much more than a mere brutish copy. The the joys, the pains, and always that struggle for life.