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eorI finished Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse today. It has been on the reading pile for quite a while. I wasn't impressed.
For the first 100 pages Woolf does a great job of illustrating that interior voice that everyone has where thoughts flit through your head in an unending cacophany. When you wake up at night and your brain is like a squirrel in a cage on cocaine. For 100 pages she covers less than 24 hours of action and I use the term action very loosely. Then we have a funky break where all the action happens off screen and parenthetically. I have to admit this was my favorite part of the book. Then we go back into people's heads ten years later and get flogged by symbolism again.
Maybe I'll read something fun next.
18. Virginia Woolf To The Lighthouse
For the first 100 pages Woolf does a great job of illustrating that interior voice that everyone has where thoughts flit through your head in an unending cacophany. When you wake up at night and your brain is like a squirrel in a cage on cocaine. For 100 pages she covers less than 24 hours of action and I use the term action very loosely. Then we have a funky break where all the action happens off screen and parenthetically. I have to admit this was my favorite part of the book. Then we go back into people's heads ten years later and get flogged by symbolism again.
Maybe I'll read something fun next.
18. Virginia Woolf To The Lighthouse
