Passage through the Week #13

When  in doubt, go back to Woolf…
“Is it not possible – I often wonder – that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? . . . I see it – the past – as an avenue lying behind; a long ribbon of [...]

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Passage Through the Week #2

“Was there no safety? No learning by heart the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life? – startling, unexpected, unknown?”
– Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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The Hours, by Michael Cunningham

It is one of the greatest acts of literary audacity that I can think of not only to write as Virginia Woolf, but to write Virginia Woolf herself. One of the essential modernist writers who reconceived the novel, her prose is instantly identifiable with its rivers of breathless clauses. Of course she is also infamous [...]

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