To the Lighthouse
The Come-to-Piddle book reading club has been meeting valiantly throughout the dark winter months and I've agreed to grace them with my presence at the next get together.
The chosen tome up for discussion is dear Virginia Woolf's "To the Lighthouse". Now, I remember reading this way, way back when - a good 25 years ago, I suspect. But, on re-reading it, I was struck by just how delightfully contemporary on all levels this book is! What a joy to re-discover! Woolf's prose is so elegant...I almost feel I'm bobbing up and down in an open boat somewhere in St Ives harbour.
However, one of the most interesting aspects for me is the way Woolf communicates to her reader Mrs Ramsay's death...the suddenness of it...the almost flippant manner in which Woolf imparts this news...is unbalancing and shocking...it's as if poor Mrs Ramsay is being thrown overboard! Her death was like a big wave that had me gasping for air.
Any thoughts about this novel, abctalers ? Any Woolf fanatics among you ? The Rev. Pritchard, chair of the book meeting club, is something of an amateur literary critic and will, I suppose, have all kinds of wierd and wonderful thoughts about phallic symbolism and deep psychological meaning. A bloody good read, I say.
Chin up, Bloomsbury buddies!