My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Time is issued to spinster ladies of wealth in long white ribbons. These they wind round and round, round and round, assisted by five female servants, a butler, a fine Mexican parrot, regular meals, Mudie’s library, and friends dropping in.
What a difficult book to read even tho it is really written. Even tho there are sniffing salts and flickerings of death and instrumental gaggles. The geese here are not there, mumbling and erupting in their turn, a little churlish actually. Since this is early Woolf and since this/that whish a little monotonously along, the chirpy way paragraphs erupt becomes the crux of the book (see above). Explicit hidden-ness disguised as narration. Makes reading feel whipped and promotes the general theory of that book as “exercise.” But it is not an exercise, it is simply crunchy, there are bones, you have to use your hands. I admit I didn’t like it tho. Underneath the pincers, the Woolf wave didn’t strike at the heart of the matter to me (see below). It was not enough, Virginia, even being brilliant, not right now.
It is curious, lying in a boat, to watch the waves. Here are three coming regularly one after another, all much of a size. Then, hurrying after them comes a fourth, very large and menacing; it lifts the boat; on it goes; somehow merges without accomplishing anything; flattens itself out with the rest.