Virginia Woolf
(2000) by Nigel Nicolson
Except
for Jacob's Room,
my only experiences with the novels of Virginia Woolf ocurred in
college. We read Mrs.
Dalloway, To the Lighthouse,
and several of her essays/talks, including "A Room of One's Own"
and "Modern Fiction."
Except
for "A Room," I found myself underwhelmed by what I read.
Most likely, it was because I didn't approach her unique and
experimental style with an open mind. I knew what I liked, and I
found her works too bewildering to enjoy. Perhaps now, when I'm more
seasoned,
I'll be able to appreciate them more.
