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Friday, January 24, 2003

Oh Virginia, No One Can Warn You

It all began four months ago with the trailer for The Hours – Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore, Meryl Streep. Then I decided it would be prudent to read Mrs. Dalloway before I saw the film. This all led to my purchase of the Virginia Woolf's diary and a new obsession. I have always done this – I am overcome by an author’s work and then attempt to read everything. The only problem is that I feel like this new fascination should be morbid, but how can it be when the pages are dripping with life?

It seems impossible to place the lady of the biography next to the lady on the page. The ending may be horrific, but the memory is sweet. But how can this be? Did she see life too clearly? Was it new tidings of human evil? Was it purely mental illness? Still, it is not her end that strikes me, but by her daring to look at life without excuse – even as she was continually aware of approaching madness, she found more delight in living than most of my contemporaries. So I read...


posted by Jamie 3:00 PM

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