However, right away, I loved how she weaved the lives of neighboring characters and was able to give you their histories but all within the time frame of a single day. The writing is clear and coherent, but the story is bland and rather forgettable. And I’ll do my best to explain the mystery to those of you who are like me and have a Virginia Woolf brain-block. I’m not just spouting what the Cliff’s Notes said – I truly get it (I may not understand Clarissa Dalloway, but I get what Virginia Woolf is doing). So I recruited Cliff’s Notes to help me, and I skimmed the book over again. Authors don’t become classics for no reason. Why is she a classic? What is going on that I’m missing? I know it’s me… it has to be me… she’s a classic. But this time around, I was determined to figure her out. I don’t get it.” I can see why in my college days, with so much literature and other educational things being thrown at me from all directions, I dismissed Woolf and let her get carried out of my brain with the maths and sciences on trash day. Is it because I’m American? Is it because I’m from another era? Maybe both? I don’t know. And it was difficult for me to finally see that beautiful interior. Virginia Woolf is like a diamond in the rough. SPOILER ALERT: You may not want to read this post if you haven’t already read this book and plan to do so!
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