I am now on my third Virginia Woolf novel and I have got to be honest, I havent a clue what is going on.
In fact ask me to describe the plot of ‘Mrs Dalloway’ and I couldnt. My current read, ‘To the Lighthouse’ is just as challenging. I liken reading Woolf’s novels as experiencing a dream. Occasionally there are moments of clarity, when my brain manages to associate two lines with a character or occurrence from earlier in the story but the rest is just a haze. Woolf’s writing style is like a stream of consciousness, which, for me, requires a higher than average concentration level when reading a book. I tend to read just before bed which probably doesnt help.
But strangely I persevere, because when I do summon the concentration levels I enjoy getting lost in the prose in much the same way that I occasionally enjoy listening to Lana Del Rey’s music.
Sometimes its good to lose yourself in literature.
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