Review of 'Mrs. Dalloway (Wordsworth Collection)' on 'Storygraph'
5 stars
'Mrs Dalloway' sets out to describe a day in the life of said upper class woman, no longer young but not yet old, before an evening party. The reader follows her around while she does all the little chores of preparation: picking flowers, mending her dress, receiving visits, etc. This would be horribly uninteresting if it weren't for her (and others') thoughts which take up rather more space than the present. So we learn that Clarissa Dalloway is more than she seems - most of all, more thoughtful, more feeling, more complicated than her friends and acquaintances would credit her with.
Perspectives switch in the way a camera would leave the main character to follow another around, in a very organic way, so that we get to see Clarissa from the outside as well. Here the point of view of Peter, an old admirer of Clarissa's, is the main source. …
'Mrs Dalloway' sets out to describe a day in the life of said upper class woman, no longer young but not yet old, before an evening party. The reader follows her around while she does all the little chores of preparation: picking flowers, mending her dress, receiving visits, etc. This would be horribly uninteresting if it weren't for her (and others') thoughts which take up rather more space than the present. So we learn that Clarissa Dalloway is more than she seems - most of all, more thoughtful, more feeling, more complicated than her friends and acquaintances would credit her with.
Perspectives switch in the way a camera would leave the main character to follow another around, in a very organic way, so that we get to see Clarissa from the outside as well. Here the point of view of Peter, an old admirer of Clarissa's, is the main source. And while he professes to understand Clarissa better than anyone, I couldn't help feeling that his understanding was projection merely of his own selfish needs and desires.
There is one story in this novel which is only loosely linked to Mrs Dalloway and he life: that of a shell-shocked young soldier and his wife who are seen in the park by Peter and treated by an honourable guest of Clarissa's party. Their story ends in tragedy and suicide. Again, we get a glimpse at Clarissa's inner self, hidden behind her facade of perfection, when she wonders whether young Septimus didn't make the better choice.
As alone as Clarissa is among all her friends and acquaintances at the party, we learn that for her the choice of her husband, ridiculed by those who profess to love and know her best, was right: He seems to be the only one who truly sees her and loves her dearly, even though he is unable to say so.
It is surprising how many topics are touched in this short novel: the human psyche and its destruction, the rift between being and seeming, the ideal and reality of women of the time, and the question of what love is. All in all, it is an amazing novel which has much to offer for those who choose to allow it its due time.