Category Archives: Woolf, Virginia

Time Passes

I’m reading To the Lighthouse for the first time. I know, I know. I also know that I should love it, because it is beautiful and moving and brilliant and original — and I sort of do, so far, except when … Continue reading

Posted in Crafts, Needlework, Personal, Woolf, Virginia | 15 Comments

“She wrote. She wrote. She wrote.” Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Orlando had so ordered it that she was in an extremely happy position; she need neither fight her age, nor submit to it; she was of it, yet remained herself. Now, therefore, she could write, and write she did. She … Continue reading

Posted in Book Club, Woolf, Virginia | Tagged | 2 Comments

Recent Reading Round-Up: Mysteries, Romances, and Feminists

It isn’t that I haven’t done any reading since I posted on Elena Ferrante’s The Story of a New Name; it’s just that none of the reading has felt really notable, or else it has been reading for work and … Continue reading

Posted in Feminism, Paretsky, Sara, Rankin, Ian, Woolf, Virginia | 5 Comments

“She is in love with life”: Winifred Holtby’s Virginia Woolf: A Critical Memoir

In my post on Vera Brittain’s Testament of Friendship, I quoted a passage Brittain includes from Holtby’s letters, addressing her decision to write a critical biography of Virginia Woolf: I took my courage and curiosity in both hands and chose … Continue reading

Posted in Brittain, Vera, Holtby, Winifred, Somerville Seminar, Woolf, Virginia | Leave a comment

Virginia Woolf, Three Guineas

It’s hard to spot similarities between Virginia Woolf and the Somerville novelists I’ve been looking at if you focus on Woolf’s fiction. Winifred Holtby wrote a book about Woolf, and as I noted in my post about Testament of Friendship, … Continue reading

Posted in Brittain, Vera, Holtby, Winifred, Somerville Seminar, Woolf, Virginia | 4 Comments

‘She illuminated everything’: Bowen on Virginia Woolf

Elizabeth Bowen to Leonard Woolf, April 8, 1941: Dear Leonard, It was very good of you to write to me, as and when you did. I do thank you. I have been in Ireland for the last three weeks, so … Continue reading

Posted in Bowen, Elizabeth, Woolf, Virginia | 2 Comments

More of Woolf on the Victorians: “an abandonment, richness, surprise”

I think I must be on the verge of a breakthrough in my relationship with Virginia Woolf, a writer I have been interested in, drawn to, even, for many years but whose fiction nonetheless I haven’t seemed able to read. … Continue reading

Posted in Woolf, Virginia | 9 Comments