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Blog #199: A Tragic Digression On A To the Lighthouse Approach

Blog #199: A Tragic Digression On A To the Lighthouse Approach

Tweet One of the best things about research is making unexpected discoveries. The discoveries are not always directly useful, yet for the researcher they can be valuable and deeply moving. This is the story of one such discovery. With the help of AbeBooks, I’ve just obtained a copy of The Life and Letters of Leslie [...]

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Blog #198: Of Seals and Walruses in To the Lighthouse

TweetI read a great deal, I say: all the big books I have read I have read in the country. Besides this I write—with greater ease, at times, than ever in London. But the books are the things that I enjoy—on the whole—most. I feel sometimes for hours together as though the physical stuff of [...]

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Blog #197: George Meredith and Virginia Woolf: The Lark Ascending To the Lighthouse

TweetThe Lark Ascending He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So [...]

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Blog #196: Meredith’s “Modern Love” As Macbeth Source For To the Lighthouse

Tweet“And that, perhaps, is not the least merit of such a book as this. It shows us the wrong side of the carpet and, fascinating though the wrong side of things always is, it is also a little crude, and ultimately breeds a keener desire than we were conscious of before to look upon the [...]

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Blog #195: More Meredith Anchor Points in To the Lighthouse

TweetFiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare’s plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers [...]

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Blog #194: A Letter from George Meredith to Virginia Woolf

TweetIn addition to those contained in The Letters of George Meredith (1912), Virginia had one further letter at her disposal, one sent to her by Meredith on November 22, 1906, two days after the death of Thoby, but not made available to W. M. Meredith when he compiled The Letters. Published by Mohammad Shaheen in [...]

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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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