Such a fascinating choice, to shift the narration from humans to the mostly nonhuman. After the first shock--Mrs. R’s death--the other parentheticals ceased to surprise me. A song I never liked came to mind, with its line “all we are is dust in the wind.” And as a former maid I was more than impressed with the housekeeping of the two old women who readied the house for the next visitors after all that time.
I agree about the women's housekeeping, Thelmadonna! In fact, the description of the house's deterioration was so compelling and profound, I found it completely unbelievable the house could even be made habitable in the brief amount of time the women and the other workers had in order to prepare for the "return"!
when VW quoted Psalm 121, I immediately began to hear the movement from Mendelssohn's Elijah and haven't been able to get it out of my head since. Here is the best version I could find on YouTube. Slumber nor sleep.....https://youtu.be/rPIkjes4Azg
Grateful for Mona's lovely outlining of the time and out-of-time of Time Passes (which felt much longer this time as I reread it, as if I were awash in time). The narrative voice is so strikingly different than the two other sections, so much of it dis-embodied even as the particulars of what is recounted are so beautifully detailed. I am wondering (without any specific evidence except reading Woolf) if her experience of "voices" during some of her periods of illness, (registered with such horror in Septimus in Mrs. Dalloway) is somehow here put to work in a way that enables, rather than undermines, the creative process. It would be consoling to think so.
Wow! Thank you very much for posting VW’s notes. That is incredible to read after reading this section. This was my first read and I had a WTF!! reaction to Mrs. Ramsey’s death. As a passing reference in a parentheses!!!
The references to a shawl. The light from the lighthouse. The references to the bony skull in the nursery.
And confused: did Mrs. Ramsey die in London? Al for now. Must get back to work.
Reading this essay. Not sure if is same one, actually, the one I’m reading is 2022. Really interesting. Point is that VW worked setting type at Hogarth Press before published her work and so became aware of words not only for their meaning , but, also, for how they are built and set on the page, words as “tiny little” pieces “of different lengths” that decorated a blank page. Also, the author distinguishes b/w info in brackets as seeming to present a “rigid reality and truth that rejects possibility of otherwise” whereas stuff in parentheses “presents possibility rather than certainty within the brackets” “The tone of the bracketed narration is matter-of-fact and somber whereas the tone of the parenthetical is soft and optimistic.” Liking this author’s observations. Author is Maddie Chu.
The point about working w words I relate to from my (much more limited) experience doing IG stories for National
Whoops. Ended unintentionally. National Poetry Month and I excerpted poems or did an entire poem and typed them out line by line, which made me really aware of their punctuation and breaks. On IG as @robyn4ryan; I archived these poetry stories.
Wonderful notes, thanks. I’m thinking of the note, “the permanence of -- what” in conjunction with the moment that partook of eternity, but soon faded into the past. Time passes, time passes indeed.
Wow! I always think about authorial intention (those parentheses!), so these notes are golden. Thank you for sharing. I think of how much future generations will miss of today's great writers when so many manuscripts are edited electronically.
She dies! Here! In the middle of the book! So it seems the book is not about Mrs. Ramsey. It's not her story (any more). I wasn't completely shocked that she died. Only shocked that she died here, at the midpoint. And then Prue. And then Andrew. Time passes--no kidding! This chapter was perfect. Time passed exactly as time passes. Hard to capture the way the days go by. Darkness comes; things fall apart; memories fade. What was once of dire import is gone. When she died, i wanted to know--how? where? Who found her? But by the end of the chapter, with time moving on, the house falling apart and then put back together again, i was okay with not knowing.
I once started reading a book that was touted as providing shortcuts to reading classics by telling people what parts they could skip (like some of the long, detailed whale parts in Moby Dick). The author suggested skipping Time Passes. I shut the book and took it straight back to the library.
Thanks, Ms Simpson for your outline. VW is a challenge for those of us used to simpler fare. It also, at least for me, requires a certain amount of life experience- I can't imagine the twenty-year-old me having gotten much out of reading this book. Once one slows down and accepts the section on its terms, Times Passes works very much as did the Interludes in Peter Grimes. Entropy's inexorable effect on the Ramsay's world is hauntingly rendered.
“Time Passes“, indeed. Beautiful, almost poetic. But Virginia Woolf turns on a dime and my head is spinning. First, she tells us, in passing, that Mrs. Ramsay dies, and then, out of the blue, she tells us that Prue has died. Both deaths came after what appeared to be happy times in the lives of the now deceased. We shortly learn that Andrew Ramsay has become a war casualty.
She also tells us that “the house“ is empty and I’m thinking that the house is being sold. But then Mrs. McNab shows up and it feels as if she is getting ready to open the house for the season. And then more sadness, the house is empty, no one‘s there and no one’s coming. It’s been abandoned. And then they’re back, at least some of them.
Heavily invested in so many of the characters as well as the rhythm of their lives and the house. Holding my breath for Part III.
Got a late start but I'm caught up - on the reading and all of your spectacular comments and links. A huge thank you to all of you! From today's reading, I choose this line to parse: "the spring with her bees humming and gnats dancing threw her cloak about her, veiled her eyes, averted her head, and among passing shadows and lights of small rain seemed to have taken upon her a knowledge of the sorrows of mankind." Time moves forward, even in the face of loss. But the Ramsay family - all of us - will take upon ourselves the sorrow and emerge into the floating river of time. This book is truly stunning.
I don't have much to add to Mona's excellent summary. The omniscient POV was an abrupt change, and who would have thought that fragile and much older Mr. Ramsay would outlive his wife and at least two of his children. Mrs. Ramsay's passing was a shocker. Looking forward to returning to the beach house with the much changed Ramsays and friends. The entirety of Part II is lyrical and sad; what an excellent transition. The theme of entropy, inevitable constant change and degradation of everything again emerges. I loved the ironic simile of old toothless Mrs. McNab moving about the deserted and deteriorating house while housekeeping being like "a tropical fish oaring its way through sun laced waters."
Entropy is a complicated process, and I think Woolf captures all of its facets. Entropy decribes a (usually slow and gradual) process that operates only in the macro. Entropy suffers many setbacks. Gravity's formation of stars and planets, for example. Life itself rebels against entropy. But the overall, long term direction is toward deterioration. And even detiroriation can be lovely, e.g., the Grand Canyon.
I’ve read this many times, and I’m always struck by the way notice of Andrew’s death recognizes the reality of trench warfare... maybe twenty died, maybe thirty. They shall not grow old.
From Ch. 2 "a downpouring of immense darkness began" - reminds me of Genesis, the account of creation, as if VW having created a world, now depicts its (almost) destruction.
I can only think the parentheses about people dying and people talking about it, are to emphasize the comparative insignificance of human life as Time and the seasons with all the weather take over the narrative, come to the fore.
I do love the word "ghostlily" - I would have written it "ghostily" which is so much not the same --
I am curious about the word "penitence" in Ch 3 - a sense of humans having brought something on themselves (is this foreshadowing of the war? or maybe foreshadowing is not the right word, as there has been all along something about VW's narrative technique that in a sense wants to get ahead of itself and then double-back, like a painter going over the same area to build up layers of density -
Gradually, amidst all the decay, something is allowed to "remain." "Some incorrigible hope."
Have been musing the minds-like-pools analogy in Ch. 6. Minds/ mirrors/pools/self-reflections - what happens when we destroy the mirror into which we once looked to find our own image, intact, rational, safe - the war again? It is both far away and has infiltrated everything, the way we are able to see and feel ourselves and the world.
Ch 9 The finest of balances is reached at last - "one feather" could have sent the house down to verified ruins - VW tips it the other way - she brings it all back not just in memory but narratively she makes Lily and the others show up to the house again.
How I would love to go through the drawers and closets of the house before anyone comes! That grey cloak of Mrs. R's - don't you want to finger it too?
Wow. My most sincere form of praise this morning. Or perhaps, damn!
I appreciate these comments so much. This section reminds me of so much, Gerard Manley Hopkins poem Spring and Fall; TSEliot’s Four Quartets, firmly imagine that Woolf chose That Grimms tale of the Fisherman and his Wife as she shows us in this section how insignificant humans are but at the same time there is an awareness of how love endures even when men destroy each other or through no fault like Prue dying and thank God Mrs Ramsey dies suddenly because she would not have survived losing two children. How heartbreaking reading Mr Ramsey reaching instinctively for her...
All the references to darkness “down pouring of immense darkness began ”, “nothingness”, an aimless gust of lamentation” and “but what after all is one night. A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon”
This could all be a psalm. This section is truly biblical or like a Greek tragedy.
She is such a magnificent writer. Finally when I read this the first time in my twenties (now 66) my professor was a poet and saw everything through that lense. I had written in the section during reciting Luriana, Lurilee
“Poetry has revealed reality”.
Woolf writes in a way that the narrative flows seamlessly with her sections that are poetic. Stunning
TS Eliot's 4 quartets, written in response to WWII - this book very much VW's existential response to The Great War. I thought also of King Lear with her frequent refrain of "nothing"
This section, TIME PASSES, reminds me, oddly, of a wonderful novel by Jon McGregor called RESERVOIR 13. The Guardian refers to it as "a chilling meditation on time, and loss through change." Events happen, big and small; time passes; life goes on; events happen, big and small; time passes; life goes on ... I recommend it highly!
Ooh, I will also take note. I was told about him by a woman from Belfast; hadn’t heard of him. Unrelated, I was getting major Howard’s End vibes, w Mrs. Ramsey’s set-up and death, reading this and half expected the housekeeper’s memories of Mrs. Ramsey to be of the second Mrs. Ramsey and for that to be Lily. And Mrs. Bast, thinking Bast is a name from Howard’s End as well. I googled this a bit and saw that they VW and Forester were friends of sort, competitive.
Quite possibly the most beautiful section of the book; a novella tucked between parts I & III, the forces of nature and the house itself take over. The writing here is so gorgeous. The downpouring of immense darkness, the nosing, rubbing, snuffling, nibbling airs, the sighs and shadows and silences. Then slowly reawakening: the tireless cleaning women Mrs McNab and Mrs Bast taking a tea break in the nursery, "they'd find it changed," and Lily Briscoe arriving, laying her head down to the sound of the sea, yet waking at dawn clutching the bedclothes as if clutching at a cliff edge. Awake.
Ch. 6: "Did Nature supplement what man advanced? Did she complete what he began? With equal complacence she saw his misery, condoned his meanness, and acquiesced in his torture."
This statement also seems to speak, in a grandiose sense, to the repeated question in the novel: but what does it mean? And of course, here is Carmichael's depth finally reaching the larger world, or is it the world finally realizing it needs him: "The war, people said, had revived their interest in poetry."
Wondering if people have listened to Max Richter's "Three Worlds: Music from Woolf Works"? It's created in response to other novels (Orlando and Mrs. Dalloway) but the severity of it speaks to these chapters--"The War Comes," "Entropy," etc.
Interesting! I haven’t listened to Richter talk of the work, I’d like to see that. I listened to Woolf Works so often when it first came out. I feel I should have warned others in the previous message that there is one track with an actress reading her final note to Leonard. The track is devestating and beautiful (in my opinion) but not for the lighthearted.
I also really like Mona’s opening statement: "This was Woolf’s plan: she conceived of the novel in three parts late summer 1925 “with a sense of waiting, of expectation: the child waiting to go to the Lighthouse, the woman awaiting the couple.” She planned it in summer, then became ill and resumed work on it in January 1926. Woolf calls Time Passes “an interesting experiment.”
Is this drawn from the Writer’s Diary? Just curious because I like the notion of all of it. Thanks!
I loved this part. The characters with their concerns about fame and success have become parenthetical--even their deaths. The protagonist is time, with wind and weather as secondary characters.
All the moments that would normally be major plot points in a novel -- death, marriage, war, grief -- are recounted as parentheticals, and what gets space is a day and night of a dinner party.
“How life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.” From Part One, IX.
Such a fascinating choice, to shift the narration from humans to the mostly nonhuman. After the first shock--Mrs. R’s death--the other parentheticals ceased to surprise me. A song I never liked came to mind, with its line “all we are is dust in the wind.” And as a former maid I was more than impressed with the housekeeping of the two old women who readied the house for the next visitors after all that time.
Interestingly, the airs have agency, thought, as they poke around the abandoned house.
Maybe they helped restore the house
I agree about the women's housekeeping, Thelmadonna! In fact, the description of the house's deterioration was so compelling and profound, I found it completely unbelievable the house could even be made habitable in the brief amount of time the women and the other workers had in order to prepare for the "return"!
And they didn’t have Angie’s List!
Yeah, I was doubting this clean up job was possible but ended up suspending disbelief due to the mood and rhythm of Part 2.
when VW quoted Psalm 121, I immediately began to hear the movement from Mendelssohn's Elijah and haven't been able to get it out of my head since. Here is the best version I could find on YouTube. Slumber nor sleep.....https://youtu.be/rPIkjes4Azg
Grateful for Mona's lovely outlining of the time and out-of-time of Time Passes (which felt much longer this time as I reread it, as if I were awash in time). The narrative voice is so strikingly different than the two other sections, so much of it dis-embodied even as the particulars of what is recounted are so beautifully detailed. I am wondering (without any specific evidence except reading Woolf) if her experience of "voices" during some of her periods of illness, (registered with such horror in Septimus in Mrs. Dalloway) is somehow here put to work in a way that enables, rather than undermines, the creative process. It would be consoling to think so.
I've read this book several times, but I never fail to gasp at Mrs. Ramsay's death.
I'm reading an annotated edition which has the following quote from Woolf's working manuscript about Time Passes:
[Tie?] Ten Chapters
Now the question of the ten years.
[Tie?]
The Seasons.
The Skull
The gradual dissolution of everything
This is to be contrasted with the permanence of--what?
Sun, moon & stars.
Hopeless gulfs of misery.
Cruelty.
The War.
Change. Oblivion. Human vitality. Old woman
Cleaning up. The bobbed up, valorous, as of a principle
of human life projected
We are handed on by our children?
Shawls & shooting caps. A green handled brush.
The devouringness of nature.
But all the time, this passes, accumulates.
Darkness.
The welter of winds & waves
What then is the medium through wh. we regard human beings?
Tears. [di?]
[Sleep th] Slept through life.
This section also reminds me of this poem: https://allpoetry.com/poem/8498359-Mushrooms-by-Sylvia-Plath
Yes...my fourth read and I'm still gasping at her death. Great stuff from VW's manuscript...thanks for taking the time to post it!
Wow! Thank you very much for posting VW’s notes. That is incredible to read after reading this section. This was my first read and I had a WTF!! reaction to Mrs. Ramsey’s death. As a passing reference in a parentheses!!!
The references to a shawl. The light from the lighthouse. The references to the bony skull in the nursery.
And confused: did Mrs. Ramsey die in London? Al for now. Must get back to work.
If you have the patience to get to it (Just keep saying no to the paid upgrade), here is a very good essay about the use of brackets and parenthesis in TTLH. https://www.academia.edu/49315762/Woolf_s_Parentheses_and_Brackets_Rhythmical_Pulsations_of_the_Interior
Reading this essay. Not sure if is same one, actually, the one I’m reading is 2022. Really interesting. Point is that VW worked setting type at Hogarth Press before published her work and so became aware of words not only for their meaning , but, also, for how they are built and set on the page, words as “tiny little” pieces “of different lengths” that decorated a blank page. Also, the author distinguishes b/w info in brackets as seeming to present a “rigid reality and truth that rejects possibility of otherwise” whereas stuff in parentheses “presents possibility rather than certainty within the brackets” “The tone of the bracketed narration is matter-of-fact and somber whereas the tone of the parenthetical is soft and optimistic.” Liking this author’s observations. Author is Maddie Chu.
The point about working w words I relate to from my (much more limited) experience doing IG stories for National
Whoops. Ended unintentionally. National Poetry Month and I excerpted poems or did an entire poem and typed them out line by line, which made me really aware of their punctuation and breaks. On IG as @robyn4ryan; I archived these poetry stories.
Wonderful notes, thanks. I’m thinking of the note, “the permanence of -- what” in conjunction with the moment that partook of eternity, but soon faded into the past. Time passes, time passes indeed.
“The devouringness of nature”! What is the annotated version?
Mine is the Oxford World's Classics edition.
Wow! I always think about authorial intention (those parentheses!), so these notes are golden. Thank you for sharing. I think of how much future generations will miss of today's great writers when so many manuscripts are edited electronically.
Thank you for sharing!
She dies! Here! In the middle of the book! So it seems the book is not about Mrs. Ramsey. It's not her story (any more). I wasn't completely shocked that she died. Only shocked that she died here, at the midpoint. And then Prue. And then Andrew. Time passes--no kidding! This chapter was perfect. Time passed exactly as time passes. Hard to capture the way the days go by. Darkness comes; things fall apart; memories fade. What was once of dire import is gone. When she died, i wanted to know--how? where? Who found her? But by the end of the chapter, with time moving on, the house falling apart and then put back together again, i was okay with not knowing.
I once started reading a book that was touted as providing shortcuts to reading classics by telling people what parts they could skip (like some of the long, detailed whale parts in Moby Dick). The author suggested skipping Time Passes. I shut the book and took it straight back to the library.
Agree! Way back with Tolstoy Together, I was defending the sections where Tolstoy expands on his theory of history.
Thanks, Ms Simpson for your outline. VW is a challenge for those of us used to simpler fare. It also, at least for me, requires a certain amount of life experience- I can't imagine the twenty-year-old me having gotten much out of reading this book. Once one slows down and accepts the section on its terms, Times Passes works very much as did the Interludes in Peter Grimes. Entropy's inexorable effect on the Ramsay's world is hauntingly rendered.
I first "read" this in high school. I'm fairly certain I understood none of it!
“Time Passes“, indeed. Beautiful, almost poetic. But Virginia Woolf turns on a dime and my head is spinning. First, she tells us, in passing, that Mrs. Ramsay dies, and then, out of the blue, she tells us that Prue has died. Both deaths came after what appeared to be happy times in the lives of the now deceased. We shortly learn that Andrew Ramsay has become a war casualty.
She also tells us that “the house“ is empty and I’m thinking that the house is being sold. But then Mrs. McNab shows up and it feels as if she is getting ready to open the house for the season. And then more sadness, the house is empty, no one‘s there and no one’s coming. It’s been abandoned. And then they’re back, at least some of them.
Heavily invested in so many of the characters as well as the rhythm of their lives and the house. Holding my breath for Part III.
Got a late start but I'm caught up - on the reading and all of your spectacular comments and links. A huge thank you to all of you! From today's reading, I choose this line to parse: "the spring with her bees humming and gnats dancing threw her cloak about her, veiled her eyes, averted her head, and among passing shadows and lights of small rain seemed to have taken upon her a knowledge of the sorrows of mankind." Time moves forward, even in the face of loss. But the Ramsay family - all of us - will take upon ourselves the sorrow and emerge into the floating river of time. This book is truly stunning.
I don't have much to add to Mona's excellent summary. The omniscient POV was an abrupt change, and who would have thought that fragile and much older Mr. Ramsay would outlive his wife and at least two of his children. Mrs. Ramsay's passing was a shocker. Looking forward to returning to the beach house with the much changed Ramsays and friends. The entirety of Part II is lyrical and sad; what an excellent transition. The theme of entropy, inevitable constant change and degradation of everything again emerges. I loved the ironic simile of old toothless Mrs. McNab moving about the deserted and deteriorating house while housekeeping being like "a tropical fish oaring its way through sun laced waters."
John, wondering what you think about the moment in section IV, when, despite the entropy, loveliness and stillness say they will remain?
Entropy is a complicated process, and I think Woolf captures all of its facets. Entropy decribes a (usually slow and gradual) process that operates only in the macro. Entropy suffers many setbacks. Gravity's formation of stars and planets, for example. Life itself rebels against entropy. But the overall, long term direction is toward deterioration. And even detiroriation can be lovely, e.g., the Grand Canyon.
I’ve read this many times, and I’m always struck by the way notice of Andrew’s death recognizes the reality of trench warfare... maybe twenty died, maybe thirty. They shall not grow old.
Always devastating, especially as we know that the tragedy of wartime is what Woolf finally couldn’t endure in the end.
I’ve visited Monk’s House and walked from there to the river... probably the same path Woolf walked.
From Ch. 2 "a downpouring of immense darkness began" - reminds me of Genesis, the account of creation, as if VW having created a world, now depicts its (almost) destruction.
I can only think the parentheses about people dying and people talking about it, are to emphasize the comparative insignificance of human life as Time and the seasons with all the weather take over the narrative, come to the fore.
I do love the word "ghostlily" - I would have written it "ghostily" which is so much not the same --
I am curious about the word "penitence" in Ch 3 - a sense of humans having brought something on themselves (is this foreshadowing of the war? or maybe foreshadowing is not the right word, as there has been all along something about VW's narrative technique that in a sense wants to get ahead of itself and then double-back, like a painter going over the same area to build up layers of density -
Gradually, amidst all the decay, something is allowed to "remain." "Some incorrigible hope."
Have been musing the minds-like-pools analogy in Ch. 6. Minds/ mirrors/pools/self-reflections - what happens when we destroy the mirror into which we once looked to find our own image, intact, rational, safe - the war again? It is both far away and has infiltrated everything, the way we are able to see and feel ourselves and the world.
Ch 9 The finest of balances is reached at last - "one feather" could have sent the house down to verified ruins - VW tips it the other way - she brings it all back not just in memory but narratively she makes Lily and the others show up to the house again.
How I would love to go through the drawers and closets of the house before anyone comes! That grey cloak of Mrs. R's - don't you want to finger it too?
Wow. My most sincere form of praise this morning. Or perhaps, damn!
I too noted ghost Lily, as I did "water ily" earlier in the book. There's so much poetic wordplay here.
I appreciate these comments so much. This section reminds me of so much, Gerard Manley Hopkins poem Spring and Fall; TSEliot’s Four Quartets, firmly imagine that Woolf chose That Grimms tale of the Fisherman and his Wife as she shows us in this section how insignificant humans are but at the same time there is an awareness of how love endures even when men destroy each other or through no fault like Prue dying and thank God Mrs Ramsey dies suddenly because she would not have survived losing two children. How heartbreaking reading Mr Ramsey reaching instinctively for her...
All the references to darkness “down pouring of immense darkness began ”, “nothingness”, an aimless gust of lamentation” and “but what after all is one night. A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon”
This could all be a psalm. This section is truly biblical or like a Greek tragedy.
She is such a magnificent writer. Finally when I read this the first time in my twenties (now 66) my professor was a poet and saw everything through that lense. I had written in the section during reciting Luriana, Lurilee
“Poetry has revealed reality”.
Woolf writes in a way that the narrative flows seamlessly with her sections that are poetic. Stunning
TS Eliot's 4 quartets, written in response to WWII - this book very much VW's existential response to The Great War. I thought also of King Lear with her frequent refrain of "nothing"
This section, TIME PASSES, reminds me, oddly, of a wonderful novel by Jon McGregor called RESERVOIR 13. The Guardian refers to it as "a chilling meditation on time, and loss through change." Events happen, big and small; time passes; life goes on; events happen, big and small; time passes; life goes on ... I recommend it highly!
I’ll take note of this....thanks!
I hadn't made that connection, but agreed. Also loved the McGregor book.
Ooh, I will also take note. I was told about him by a woman from Belfast; hadn’t heard of him. Unrelated, I was getting major Howard’s End vibes, w Mrs. Ramsey’s set-up and death, reading this and half expected the housekeeper’s memories of Mrs. Ramsey to be of the second Mrs. Ramsey and for that to be Lily. And Mrs. Bast, thinking Bast is a name from Howard’s End as well. I googled this a bit and saw that they VW and Forester were friends of sort, competitive.
Quite possibly the most beautiful section of the book; a novella tucked between parts I & III, the forces of nature and the house itself take over. The writing here is so gorgeous. The downpouring of immense darkness, the nosing, rubbing, snuffling, nibbling airs, the sighs and shadows and silences. Then slowly reawakening: the tireless cleaning women Mrs McNab and Mrs Bast taking a tea break in the nursery, "they'd find it changed," and Lily Briscoe arriving, laying her head down to the sound of the sea, yet waking at dawn clutching the bedclothes as if clutching at a cliff edge. Awake.
Ch. 6: "Did Nature supplement what man advanced? Did she complete what he began? With equal complacence she saw his misery, condoned his meanness, and acquiesced in his torture."
This statement also seems to speak, in a grandiose sense, to the repeated question in the novel: but what does it mean? And of course, here is Carmichael's depth finally reaching the larger world, or is it the world finally realizing it needs him: "The war, people said, had revived their interest in poetry."
Wondering if people have listened to Max Richter's "Three Worlds: Music from Woolf Works"? It's created in response to other novels (Orlando and Mrs. Dalloway) but the severity of it speaks to these chapters--"The War Comes," "Entropy," etc.
https://www.maxrichtermusic.com/albums/three-worlds-music-from-woolf-works/
Interesting! I haven’t listened to Richter talk of the work, I’d like to see that. I listened to Woolf Works so often when it first came out. I feel I should have warned others in the previous message that there is one track with an actress reading her final note to Leonard. The track is devestating and beautiful (in my opinion) but not for the lighthearted.
No, i hadn't heard this before (though I've listened to Max Richter's work). Thank you so much!
Thanks. I’m a fan of Max Richter.
Thank you so much for sharing this!
I also really like Mona’s opening statement: "This was Woolf’s plan: she conceived of the novel in three parts late summer 1925 “with a sense of waiting, of expectation: the child waiting to go to the Lighthouse, the woman awaiting the couple.” She planned it in summer, then became ill and resumed work on it in January 1926. Woolf calls Time Passes “an interesting experiment.”
Is this drawn from the Writer’s Diary? Just curious because I like the notion of all of it. Thanks!
I loved this part. The characters with their concerns about fame and success have become parenthetical--even their deaths. The protagonist is time, with wind and weather as secondary characters.
All the moments that would normally be major plot points in a novel -- death, marriage, war, grief -- are recounted as parentheticals, and what gets space is a day and night of a dinner party.
“How life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.” From Part One, IX.