Some of the readers of this blog (if indeed there are any) may recall my rather emphatic statements about a book called
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. I believe I suggested she should be violated in a most unpleasant way. I am here to eat my words and offer that she may slap me in the face. Or at least her spirit can, seeing as she's been dead for over half a century.
The most important thing to keep in mind when reading
Mrs. Dalloway is that it is essentially a poem that happens to be in prose form. As such, she completely disregards all rules of punctuation, or sentence structure, or really, any structure at all. It is more like the character's brains were drained directly onto the paper, without any attempt at cleaning it up.
Although this annoyed me to no end to begin with, once I got over my grammar snobbery, I found the style absolutely brilliant at creating fabulously detailed characters with compelling and complex relationships between them. Although the plot of the novel is (no joke) "Mrs. Dalloway gets ready for a party. Then she has one," I got chills on the last page. They were not because of some abrupt plot twist, because that would have required a plot to twist. It was because of the sheer beauty of the world she created and the people in it.
So, overall I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who wants to try something very different. It's not like anything I've ever read before. It is Mrs. Dalloway
For there she was.
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