While there is little really in terms of plot – there are many images which are imprinted upon the readers mind – and remain far longer than any piece of action possibly can. Impressionistic the pitch and toss of its luminous prose, reminding the reader moment by moment of the ever present sea. To the Lighthouse is fairly simply exquisite. “The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them the night wrapped them nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness”
About eight years ago – I read Mrs Dalloway – I liked it – but I do feel I need to read it again, so I think I will – in the next few weeks. Last year, reading and really loving, Orlando, The Voyage Out and A Room of One’s Own, I realised that perhaps my relationship with Virginia Woolf might have changed. Oh my – what a difference a couple of decades can make. I did once, years ago, read To the Lighthouse – and while I certainly didn’t hate it – neither did it really take. * For those of you dipping your toes into the #Woolfalong pool – I shall be reviewing my reads as I go – but will post a short discussion style post (if I can figure how best to formulate that) at the end of each two month period.* So although this novel is one which cries out for a more detailed analysis – I’m not the one to give it to you. This is purely a book review – I don’t write in depth critical pieces – I’m no academic – I have only ever tried to write about my experiences of what I read.
As I start to pull my thoughts together about this beautiful novel I am aware that there are lots of people still reading this book or about to, so I am going to attempt to write without spoilers.
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