Virginia Woolf’s novel chronicles a day in the life of Clarissa Dalloway, a politician’s wife in 1920s London, as she prepares to host a party that evening. The narrative follows Clarissa’s thoughts (and sometimes those of people she meets) as she goes about her errands, and events in the day remind her of her youth and friendships from the past. As the book progresses characters from the past emerge, igniting old feelings and making Clarissa question the life she has created for herself.
Mrs. Dalloway became the inspiration for Michael Cunningham’s 1998 novel The Hours.
Tenía muchísimas ganas de leer a Virginia Woolf y creo que ha sido un error comenzar con 'La señora Dalloway'. Me ha parecido un libro muy complejo en la forma -la narración es una especie de flujo constante de pensamiento, solo interrumpido por algunos diálogos, que salta con mucha frecuencia de unos personajes a otros inadvertidamente- y excesivamente críptico en el contenido. Ojo, estos problemas tienen que ver con una falta de comprensión por mi parte, en ningún caso lo achaco a que se trate de una mala novela; de hecho, me parece todo lo contrario. Y así, en muchas ocasiones sin terminar de entender lo que estaba leyendo, me apetecía seguir avanzando en esta narración que describe, con una prosa repleta de lirismo, la burguesía inglesa de los años veinte.
Le livre se déroule le long d’une journée du mois de juin 1923, à Londres. Il est centré sur le personnage de Mrs Dalloway, une bourgeoise londonienne qui organise une soirée chez elle, avec toute une galerie de personnages qui gravitent autour d’elle.
Ce qui retient surtout l’attention, c’est le style : l’essentiel du livre se passe dans la tête des personnages. Le récit suit le fil de leurs pensées, et nous révèle leur vie intérieure et leur vision des choses. L’écriture laisse une impression de fluidité : le texte coule sans discontinuer d’une idée à une autre au gré des pensées des personnages, (d’ailleurs il n’y a pas de chapitres : les 300 pages s’enchaînent quasiment en continu), et parfois il saute d’un personnage à un autre, lesquels se jugent les uns les autres, ou bien partagent une même expérience mais l’appréhendent différemment.
C’est vraiment une écriture de l’intériorité. …
Le livre se déroule le long d’une journée du mois de juin 1923, à Londres. Il est centré sur le personnage de Mrs Dalloway, une bourgeoise londonienne qui organise une soirée chez elle, avec toute une galerie de personnages qui gravitent autour d’elle.
Ce qui retient surtout l’attention, c’est le style : l’essentiel du livre se passe dans la tête des personnages. Le récit suit le fil de leurs pensées, et nous révèle leur vie intérieure et leur vision des choses. L’écriture laisse une impression de fluidité : le texte coule sans discontinuer d’une idée à une autre au gré des pensées des personnages, (d’ailleurs il n’y a pas de chapitres : les 300 pages s’enchaînent quasiment en continu), et parfois il saute d’un personnage à un autre, lesquels se jugent les uns les autres, ou bien partagent une même expérience mais l’appréhendent différemment.
C’est vraiment une écriture de l’intériorité. Virginia Woolf arrive très bien à retranscrire la vie intérieure de ses personnages.
Parmi les thèmes abordés, outre la description de la bourgeoisie londonienne des années 1920, de ses mondanités, et du Londres de l’époque (le plan de la ville en annexe n’est pas de trop), on trouve des questions existentielles assez universelles : les personnages sont confrontés à leur passé, au sens de leur vie, à leurs rapports aux autres, mais aussi à des sujets inattendus : les inégalités sociales, l’homosexualité féminine, la folie, le suicide...
Parfois, le texte a provoqué chez moi une sensation de vertige étrange. Il se déroule en 1923, il y a presque exactement un siècle, et la moyenne d’âge des personnages doit tourner autour de 50 ans. Lorsque l’un d’eux évoque son adolescence dans les années 90, ça me renvoie à ma propre adolescence dans les années 90… avant de réaliser qu’il parle bien sûr des années 1890. Ou à un autre moment, ils mentionnent un peuple massacré au moyen-orient, on pense instantanément aux palestiniens, sauf qu’ils parlent... des arméniens. Comme si 1923 et 2023 s’interpénétraient le temps d’un instant...
Maybe I'll feel different at another point in my life, but I simply cannot recommend this book right now.
I had to go to third party sources to understand the whole thing due to its chaotic writing, and even after all that... turns out there was no story to follow, really.
I could certainly enjoy some descriptions, but it was overall a lot of effort to not prefer doing something else.
It was also the first book I read in a while so hopefully I'll come back in 20 years and find out how wrong I was.
Review of 'La Senora Dalloway/ Mrs. Dalloway (Biblioteca De Autor)' on 'Goodreads'
3 stars
Definitivamente, puedo decir ya lo que intuía desde hace bastante tiempo: el modernismo literario de principios del siglo XX que incorporó la técnica del monólogo interior no es lo mío. Soy consciente de su inmensa calidad y de su influencia decisiva en escritores que admiro, pero no consigo disfrutarlo de manera completa a pesar de que creo que la lectura, en ocasiones, no debe ser sólo puro entretenimiento, sino un reto intelectual.
Es imposible poner una nota negativa a un libro con tanta calidad. Sus párrafos resuenan, se sienten profundos y aquí y allá descubres revelaciones bellas y hondas sobre la experiencia humana (me quedo con los pasajes de la señora Kilman y de Septimus). Además, la mirada femenina en un ambiente cultural dominado por los hombres hace que tenga un interés extra.
Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo anterior, la lectura se convierte en un reto extenuante. La …
Definitivamente, puedo decir ya lo que intuía desde hace bastante tiempo: el modernismo literario de principios del siglo XX que incorporó la técnica del monólogo interior no es lo mío. Soy consciente de su inmensa calidad y de su influencia decisiva en escritores que admiro, pero no consigo disfrutarlo de manera completa a pesar de que creo que la lectura, en ocasiones, no debe ser sólo puro entretenimiento, sino un reto intelectual.
Es imposible poner una nota negativa a un libro con tanta calidad. Sus párrafos resuenan, se sienten profundos y aquí y allá descubres revelaciones bellas y hondas sobre la experiencia humana (me quedo con los pasajes de la señora Kilman y de Septimus). Además, la mirada femenina en un ambiente cultural dominado por los hombres hace que tenga un interés extra.
Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo anterior, la lectura se convierte en un reto extenuante. La deliberada dificultad del texto tiene el objetivo de que la narración tome el aspecto de un ir y venir de ideas propio de los pensamientos íntimos de varios personajes. Esto se me hace muy cuesta arriba a pesar de que hay narradora omnisciente y no llega a los extremos insufribles de Faulkner o Joyce.
Tampoco ha ayudado mi nula identificación con unos personajes de la alta sociedad londinense del periodo de entreguerras que son bastante frívolos en ocasiones, con una mirada crítica a su mundo demasiado soterrada en mi opinión.
Review of 'La Senora Dalloway/ Mrs. Dalloway (Biblioteca De Autor)' on 'Goodreads'
3 stars
Definitivamente, puedo decir ya lo que intuía desde hace bastante tiempo: el modernismo literario de principios del siglo XX que incorporó la técnica del monólogo interior no es lo mío. Soy consciente de su inmensa calidad y de su influencia decisiva en escritores que admiro, pero no consigo disfrutarlo de manera completa a pesar de que creo que la lectura, en ocasiones, no debe ser sólo puro entretenimiento, sino un reto intelectual.
Es imposible poner una nota negativa a un libro con tanta calidad. Sus párrafos resuenan, se sienten profundos y aquí y allá descubres revelaciones bellas y hondas sobre la experiencia humana (me quedo con los pasajes de la señora Kilman y de Septimus). Además, la mirada femenina en un ambiente cultural dominado por los hombres hace que tenga un interés extra.
Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo anterior, la lectura se convierte en un reto extenuante. La …
Definitivamente, puedo decir ya lo que intuía desde hace bastante tiempo: el modernismo literario de principios del siglo XX que incorporó la técnica del monólogo interior no es lo mío. Soy consciente de su inmensa calidad y de su influencia decisiva en escritores que admiro, pero no consigo disfrutarlo de manera completa a pesar de que creo que la lectura, en ocasiones, no debe ser sólo puro entretenimiento, sino un reto intelectual.
Es imposible poner una nota negativa a un libro con tanta calidad. Sus párrafos resuenan, se sienten profundos y aquí y allá descubres revelaciones bellas y hondas sobre la experiencia humana (me quedo con los pasajes de la señora Kilman y de Septimus). Además, la mirada femenina en un ambiente cultural dominado por los hombres hace que tenga un interés extra.
Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo anterior, la lectura se convierte en un reto extenuante. La deliberada dificultad del texto tiene el objetivo de que la narración tome el aspecto de un ir y venir de ideas propio de los pensamientos íntimos de varios personajes. Esto se me hace muy cuesta arriba a pesar de que hay narradora omnisciente y no llega a los extremos insufribles de Faulkner o Joyce.
Tampoco ha ayudado mi nula identificación con unos personajes de la alta sociedad londinense del periodo de entreguerras que son bastante frívolos en ocasiones, con una mirada crítica a su mundo demasiado soterrada en mi opinión.
Well, let's just say it's not for me. Which makes me disappointed in myself because the reason it's not for me is that I'm too stupid to understand much of it. I should have majored in English in college. If I had, I'd have learned to read more deeply than I do now and gotten more out of the books I've read since. Good literature reflects life, so I'd have gotten more out of life, too. As it is, I'm a shallow moron who skims only the surface of things. If you agree with Kurt Vonnegut on the following, avoid this book: “Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.” By the way, you can access Cliff notes on it online for free and reading them has helped me …
Well, let's just say it's not for me. Which makes me disappointed in myself because the reason it's not for me is that I'm too stupid to understand much of it. I should have majored in English in college. If I had, I'd have learned to read more deeply than I do now and gotten more out of the books I've read since. Good literature reflects life, so I'd have gotten more out of life, too. As it is, I'm a shallow moron who skims only the surface of things. If you agree with Kurt Vonnegut on the following, avoid this book: “Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.” By the way, you can access Cliff notes on it online for free and reading them has helped me understand [b:Mrs. Dalloway|14942|Mrs. Dalloway|Virginia Woolf|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1646148221l/14942.SY75.jpg|841320] a little. Excerpt:
Such are the visions. The solitary traveller is soon beyond the wood; and there, coming to the door with shaded eyes, possibly to look for his return, with hands raised, with white apron blowing, is an elderly woman who seems (so powerful is this infirmity) to seek, over a desert, a lost son; to search for a rider destroyed; to be the figure of the mother whose sons have been killed in the battles of the world. So, as the solitary traveller advances down the village street where the women stand knitting and the men dig in the garden, the evening seems ominous; the figures still; as if some august fate, known to them, awaited without fear, were about to sweep them into complete annihilation.
Review of "Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway" on 'Goodreads'
3 stars
"Mrs Dalloway" rightfully holds its place in literary history - form and structure, "stream of consciousness", female voice, depiction of mental illness. While I was reading, I had the impression of witnessing something vast and new (for the time) - maybe I had just read too much about it before. This portrayal of a day in 1923 London is remarkable, and after a bit the "stream of consciousness" becomes easier to follow.
I did struggle, though, as the fact that it took me nearly a week to finish this short book illustrates. Often I found myself re-reading paragraphs or pages because I felt I had missed something. The mix of peculiar form (of the quickly shifting perspective) and unusual vocabulary (everyday life & the most personal thoughts of the 1920s British upper-middle class) had my head spinning more than once.
What struck me most while I was reading was the …
"Mrs Dalloway" rightfully holds its place in literary history - form and structure, "stream of consciousness", female voice, depiction of mental illness. While I was reading, I had the impression of witnessing something vast and new (for the time) - maybe I had just read too much about it before. This portrayal of a day in 1923 London is remarkable, and after a bit the "stream of consciousness" becomes easier to follow.
I did struggle, though, as the fact that it took me nearly a week to finish this short book illustrates. Often I found myself re-reading paragraphs or pages because I felt I had missed something. The mix of peculiar form (of the quickly shifting perspective) and unusual vocabulary (everyday life & the most personal thoughts of the 1920s British upper-middle class) had my head spinning more than once.
What struck me most while I was reading was the gripping, painful portrayal of mental illness in one of the protagonists. Those parts will stay with me for a long time.
While the sheer reading pleasure was not exactly overwhelming, I am nevertheless glad I did read "Mrs Dalloway": It is a unique journey into the mind of several (many!) 1920s Londoners, and contained so much "food for thought" that I will not be looking at more of Virginia Woolf's texts for now - I am still quite full. I am curious to discover other parts of her work in the future.
Review of 'La Senora Dalloway/ Mrs. Dalloway (Biblioteca De Autor)' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
Una novela diferente, hay momentos en los que es difícil llevarle el ritmo y reconocer en la mente de cuál personaje te encuentras, pero luego se le va tomando el gusto y se empieza a especular sobre la trama.
Refleja los sentimientos propios de cada uno de los actores, cómo se sienten en relación a su contexto y relación con los demás. La mayoría de ellos piensan como si fueran el centro del mundo, al menos esa es la percepción que me dejan. Además, se identifica los pensamientos alrededor del saberse presa del paso del tiempo, de lo que pudo ser y no fue, de lo que se ha logrado y aún se añora o se espera.
Una interesante forma de narrar y llevarnos por la ciudad, mirando desde dentro de las personas lo que sucede alrededor, sintiendo el amor, el miedo, la vergüenza, la culpa, y tantos otros que …
Una novela diferente, hay momentos en los que es difícil llevarle el ritmo y reconocer en la mente de cuál personaje te encuentras, pero luego se le va tomando el gusto y se empieza a especular sobre la trama.
Refleja los sentimientos propios de cada uno de los actores, cómo se sienten en relación a su contexto y relación con los demás. La mayoría de ellos piensan como si fueran el centro del mundo, al menos esa es la percepción que me dejan. Además, se identifica los pensamientos alrededor del saberse presa del paso del tiempo, de lo que pudo ser y no fue, de lo que se ha logrado y aún se añora o se espera.
Una interesante forma de narrar y llevarnos por la ciudad, mirando desde dentro de las personas lo que sucede alrededor, sintiendo el amor, el miedo, la vergüenza, la culpa, y tantos otros que les lleva a tomar decisiones difíciles que les afectan directamente a sí mismos y a los demás.
Zaista sam željela da mi se svidi, ali nekako baš nije išlo. Malo me pogubio način pisanja koji jeste dobrim dijelom poetičan ali kroz njega se ili gubi smisao ili ja jednostavno didn't GET IT. Ne mogu da ulazim u književnu kritiku jer nisam kadar, ali likovi koji su najviše opisivani su mi bili dosadni a oni koji su me najviše interesovali su ostali nedorečeni. Takođe ljubavni plot izeđu Klarise i Pitera mi nema smisla, ako je bio toliko zaljubljen u nju i još uvjek je, zašto je stalno kritikovao kako je površna i njen životni stil njemu nema smisla? Pa okej, mislim ima smisla ako shvatimo da niko nije u pravu i da su svi likovi čudni, nesretni, i manje ili više gej, a sve je to obavijeno opisom visokog londonskog društva koje je izrazito monontono (sem naravno silnog i cijenjenog cvijeća koje često ima svoje istaknute momente).
Zaista sam željela da mi se svidi, ali nekako baš nije išlo. Malo me pogubio način pisanja koji jeste dobrim dijelom poetičan ali kroz njega se ili gubi smisao ili ja jednostavno didn't GET IT. Ne mogu da ulazim u književnu kritiku jer nisam kadar, ali likovi koji su najviše opisani su mi bili dosadni a oni koji su me najviše interesovali su ostali nedorečeni. Takođe ljubavni plot izeđu Klarise i Pitera mi nema smisla, ako je bio toliko zaljubljen u nju i još uvijek je, zašto je stalno kritikovao kako je površna i njen životni stil njemu nema smisla? Pa okej, mislim ima smisla ako shvatimo da niko nije u pravu i da su svi likovi čudni, nesretni, i manje ili više gej, a sve je to obavijeno opisom visokog londonskog društva koje je izrazito monontono (sem naravno silnog i cijenjenog cvijeća koje često ima svoje istaknute momente).
“A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, now that one had acquired the power, the full flavor; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of pleasure.” - Peter Walsh
So Virginia Woolf has a principle character in Mrs. Dalloway remark midway through this novel. Mrs. Dalloway is considered the crowning achievement of Virginia Woolf’s fictional oeuvre. Written in the stream-of-consciousness style, Woolf tries to help us focus in on the self-absorption of Mrs. Dalloway and other characters. Throughout the novel there are abrupt transitions between past, present, and future as Woolf gracefully switches between the introspective musings of her characters and the omniscience of the narrator.
Mrs. Dalloway’s constant reflections about her past and the unknowns of her future are representative of how we, as ordinary people, go about our days using much of our mental bandwidth to reflect on the contingencies of the past or our …
“A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, now that one had acquired the power, the full flavor; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of pleasure.” - Peter Walsh
So Virginia Woolf has a principle character in Mrs. Dalloway remark midway through this novel. Mrs. Dalloway is considered the crowning achievement of Virginia Woolf’s fictional oeuvre. Written in the stream-of-consciousness style, Woolf tries to help us focus in on the self-absorption of Mrs. Dalloway and other characters. Throughout the novel there are abrupt transitions between past, present, and future as Woolf gracefully switches between the introspective musings of her characters and the omniscience of the narrator.
Mrs. Dalloway’s constant reflections about her past and the unknowns of her future are representative of how we, as ordinary people, go about our days using much of our mental bandwidth to reflect on the contingencies of the past or our hopes for what the future will look like. If the present seems blurry in this novel, it is because sometimes we are all somnambulant in our day-to-day lives.
Much of the novel hinges on a choice Clarissa (Mrs. Dalloway) made as a young woman. She was in love with Peter Walsh, but for practical purposes married Mr. Richard Dalloway. The latter came of more noble stock and had political prospects. The former of a more humble birth and whose fortunes lay in the broader British empire (namely India). Clarissa’s decision to end her engagement with Peter in favor of a marriage to Richard comes into the foreground as she plans for an evening social party at her luxurious home near Westminster; Peter, it so happens, just returned from a five-year sojourn in India and rumor has preceded his appearance about his sordid romance with a young woman in India.
Woolf’s entire narrative takes place during a single day. Big Ben, or other clocks, chime out the hours as they pass gradually from morning to evening. Woolf introduces a number of other minor characters during this intervening period of time. One character whom readers will find an interesting contrast to Clarissa’s general optimism is Mr. Septimus Warren Smith. Smith is far younger than Clarissa (approximately twenty years), a veteran of the First World War, and a true nihilist. Whereas Clarissa finds meaning in the trappings of British high society what with its various symbols, traditions, social rules, and crass materialism, Septimus finds that “it might be possible that the world itself is without meaning” (88). Where Clarissa found continuity and structure in the traditions handed down from one generation to the next, Septimus observes that “the secret signal which one generation passes, under disguise, tot he next is loathing, hatred, despair” (88).
There is a growing tension in the book between an older generation of 50-somethings (Clarissa & Richard) who still believe in the fundamental structure of the British Empire, God, and tradition, and a younger, more radical generation represented by Septimus (war veteran), Ms. Kilman (feminist), Elizabeth (Clarissa’s impressionable daughter who represents new directions), and Sally (part of the nouveau riche class of industrialists). Clarissa benefits from the pomp and circumstance of British high society and yet contributes nothing meaningful; Ms. Kilman, on the other hand, has neither time nor patience for these frivolities and instead contributes meaning and value to British society through her work and labor. The future, Peter acknowledges, will depend on the work and ideas of this young, dynamic generation:
“Still the future of civilization lies, he thought, in the hands of young men like that; of young men such as he was, thirty years ago; with their love of abstract principles; getting books sent out to them all the way from London to a peak in the Himalayas; reading science; reading philosophy. The future lies in the hands of young men like that he thought.”
This is a great work that explores human consciousness, the irrevocable nature of past decisions, the illusion of free will, and how people come to terms with the inevitability of death and the legacies they will leave behind.
I have had this book sitting on my bookshelf since December 2004. I read The Voyage Out in July 2004, according to my old "books I've read" spreadsheet. Please go read that review. It was an awful experience to read/listen to that book. I couldn't finish the print edition and probably got through the audiobook because I had an hour commute each way. The best thing I could say was having gotten through it, I felt like a more literate person for having done so.
Clearly, it took 15 years and the promise of my copy of Mrs. Dalloway to another Bookcrosser via the USA & Canada Wishlist Tag Game 2019 for me to pick it up and read it.
I have really only two poor things to say of it: 1. It took 20% of the book before it caught a stride and was truly readable and engaging. That's …
I have had this book sitting on my bookshelf since December 2004. I read The Voyage Out in July 2004, according to my old "books I've read" spreadsheet. Please go read that review. It was an awful experience to read/listen to that book. I couldn't finish the print edition and probably got through the audiobook because I had an hour commute each way. The best thing I could say was having gotten through it, I felt like a more literate person for having done so.
Clearly, it took 15 years and the promise of my copy of Mrs. Dalloway to another Bookcrosser via the USA & Canada Wishlist Tag Game 2019 for me to pick it up and read it.
I have really only two poor things to say of it: 1. It took 20% of the book before it caught a stride and was truly readable and engaging. That's a bit too long. 2. (And more importantly.) The racism. I suppose you can shrug off the racism because it was written in 1925 by a white British woman, but I just cannot.
Otherwise, the characters are fully fleshed out and believable. I enjoyed the transitions from one character to the next, often happening as an encounter occurs to switch POV. Knowing what I know about Woolf and with my prior reading experience of her, I was waiting from the outset for the character who commits suicide. I thought it was going to be the titular character, but {spoilers} it was not. I thought that the use of PTSD from war, called shell shock, was not quite well represented, but at least made sense.
The prose of Mrs. Dalloway is different than most books, even ones written in that time. I was reading a recent article on the infatuation today's entertainment has with the well-off, as though it were a new thing. I'd like to introduce that author to this book, written in 1925 that also focuses on the well-off for entertainment. This is not a new infatuation, but one that has been a part of entertainment for a very long time.
Overall, this is a book that should be included in a diverse selection of reading. Too often "literature" is restricted to white men of Western heritage. This book would at least break one of those problems.
I loved this book. It perhaps helped that I read it quite quickly while sick in bed. The lack of chapters and the very flowing style makes it possibly hard to read intermittently, so reading it quickly (in, say two or three goes at most) is what I would recommend. It's beautiful.
Definitely on my top ten favorite books of all time. The first book I ever felt strongly enough about that I wrote my thoughts and reactions in the (formerly sacred) margins. Time for a re-read!
Though the ahead-of-its-time brilliance cannot be denied, Woolf's bewildering, exceedingly complicated narrative style may make the story inaccessible to all but the most dedicated of readers.