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meganbaxter

meganbaxter

I'm a grad student, an avid reader, a huge nerd, fervent roleplayer, wife, cat lover, tea snob, and obsessive keeper of lists.
Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf, Maureen Howard So much of Mrs. Dalloway felt inevitable to me. Not predictable. Inevitable. Something would happen, someone would express an opinion, there would be a turn of phrase, and something in me responded to it with recognition, with the feeling that yes, that was what had to happen there.

Other than that, I think my reactions are most impressionistic. Let's see:

My supervisor and I were talking a year or so ago about the ways in which women have historically facilitated politics and diplomacy, by being very close to who Clarissa Dalloway is, a hostess. The ways in which this established communities, could lead to backdoor avenues for getting things done, and the ways in which these avenues have been derided as frivolous or useless, because they centre around parties and socializing.

As, indeed, Peter derides the woman he supposedly loved, and did from the beginning, because she is not who he wants her to be, because he sees her as unworthy, and wants her to be more. I don't know, I'm on Richard's side here. It might not be eternal tempestuous passion, but there is warmth and affection and love there, and being constantly ground down as unworthy, or reminded that you're unable to measure up to an ideal by a more passionate lover would get pretty damn wearing, pretty damn quickly.

Woolf captures so elegantly the ways in which mood can shift during the day, how one thing going wrong can throw things out of whack, and emotions out of order, while another going right can restore equilibrium. And how at times, something grating can be carried off with elegance, while at others, can roil in your gut.

Having never been around a victim of shell-shock, or battle fatigue, or PTSD, as we're calling it these days, I don't know how accurate her depiction of Septimus is. But the portrayal was so clear and sympathetic while simultaneously being unsettling and upsetting.

This is a book I'm not entirely sure I've digested, yet. I'll have to come back to it eventually, read it again, see what pops out at me on a second read.