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Blog #193: Glimpses of the Stephen family in the Letters of George Meredith

TweetThe following excerpts provide vivid glimpses of Virginia’s early life. The full letters must have summoned up powerful feelings when she read them in April of 1913. She would have enjoyed catching sight of her parents in the early days of their marriage, and she would have appreciated the interest and support Meredith showed in [...]

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Blog #192: A Preliminary Report on a George Meredith Presence in To the Lighthouse

TweetI’ve never met a writer who didn’t nurse an enormous vanity, which at last made him unapproachable like Meredith whose letters I am reading–who seems to me as hard as an old crab at the bottom of the sea. April 11, 1913 letter to Violet Dickinson This is a teaser post, a trailer for a [...]

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Blog #191: A Violet Lily: Virginia Woolf and Vernon Lee

Tweet “Fresca was baptised in a soapy sea / Of Symonds – Walter Pater – Vernon Lee” T. S. Eliot, from a cancelled draft version of ‘The Fire Sermon’ from “The Waste Land” In a letter of warning to his brother, the philosopher William James, Henry James wrote the following about Violet Lee: “…she is [...]

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Blog #190: The Phoenix in the Lighthouse: Virginia Woolf and D. H. Lawrence

TweetOnly for a moment; but it was enough. It was a sudden revelation, a tinge like a blush which one tried to check and then, as it spread, one yielded to its expansion, and rushed to the farthest verge and there quivered and felt the world come closer, swollen with some astonishing significance, some pressure [...]

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Blog #189: Anna Karenina and To the Lighthouse (Blog 7 of 7)

TweetThey went to Hampton Court and he always left her, like the perfect gentleman he was, plenty of time to wash her hands, while he strolled by the river. To the Lighthouse Enough of Edward Hilton Young. Virginia’s interest in frustrated courtship had deep literary roots, as well as personal ones. I’ve already looked at [...]

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Blog #188: Further Kennet Kennings

TweetFour more Kennet related findings. The first is that in her diary for July 30th, 1933, Virginia mentions that she’s been writing memoirs and is “telling the story of W. H. and H. Y.” The notes to the Diaries identify W. H. and H. Y. as Walter Headlam and Hilton Young, and add that “no [...]

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Blog #187: The Kennet Legacy–Virginia Woolf and Kathleen Bruce Scott

TweetThe largest picture in his drawing-room, which painters had praised, and valued at a higher price than he had given for it, was of the cherry trees in blossom on the banks of the Kennet. It turns out that this week’s tunnel was already thoroughly explored and mapped some 15 years ago by Sarah Hall. [...]

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Blog #186: Supplemental to Great Expectations in Mrs. Dalloway

Tweet“And why, after all, does one do it? he thought, the divorce seeming all moonshine. And down his mind wen flat as a marsh” Mrs. Dalloway Today’s entry will be relatively short. In dipping back into Mrs. Dalloway, I stubbed my brain on the “flat as a marsh” phrase. I now feel it as another [...]

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Blog #185: On Seeing George Eliot Behind Middlemarch in To the Lighthouse

TweetOnce again I’ve overlooked the obvious in exploring a To the Lighthouse tunnel. In thinking about the importance of Middlemarch, I was so focused on inter-textual possibilities that I failed to see Middlemarch as a way of linking Mrs. Ramsay to George Eliot. I forgot how skilled Virginia is at masking the obvious, and I [...]

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Blog #184: Great Expectations and Mrs. Dalloway Revisited

TweetList of Matremoirs List of Patremoirs Children of Writers Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has traveled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. Now [...]

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