On a June morning in 1923, Clarissa Dalloway, the glittering wife of a Member of Parliament, is preparing for a grand party that evening. As she walks through London, buying flowers, observing life, her thoughts are in the past, and she remembers the time when she was as young as her own daughter... show more
On a June morning in 1923, Clarissa Dalloway, the glittering wife of a Member of Parliament, is preparing for a grand party that evening. As she walks through London, buying flowers, observing life, her thoughts are in the past, and she remembers the time when she was as young as her own daughter Elizabeth; her romance with Peter Walsh, now recently returned from India; and the friends of her youth. Elsewhere in London, Septimus Smith is being driven mad by shell shock. As the day draws to its end, his world and Clarissa's collide in unexpected ways.
Publish date: June 28th 2001
Pages no: 213
Edition language: English
Somebody, who is no longer on Goodreads, once wrote in a review to this book that the best way to read it is while wandering around London. Well, I actually tried that but I encountered a number of problems, one of them not so much being that it is really hard walking through Whitechapel reading a b...
Die Handlung: Das ganze Buch spielt sich an einem einzigen Tag im Juni des Jahres 1923 ab. Die ältliche Mrs Dalloway bereitet am Morgen und Vormittag eine Festlichkeit vor, bei der sie alte Freunde und Bekannte wieder zusammenführen will. Dabei trifft sie einen alten Verehrer wieder, der gerade au...
I'm totally over a barrel here. I thought Virginia Woolf's writing was spectacular. I didn't like most of the characters.I was satisfied with the since of place. Gosh, how I didn't like this story overall and I kept thinking 'Please let this end'.
I thought it was boring. I got half way through and stopped because it doesn't fit my mood. I like the character Septimus Smith. It was not badly written at all. I just prefer active stories where things happen outside of the head as well as within. It's a great melancholic "let's think about this" ...
This book confirms my suspicions that I should best read Woolf on holidays - just because I need pretty unlimited mental bandwidth for her writing. This is superb; I did not have the opportunity to fully enjoy it, since I was reading it at a moment I felt largely overwhelmed with work; I plan to rer...