{"id":243,"date":"2017-09-27T21:07:57","date_gmt":"2017-09-28T03:07:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/digitalhumanities.milesfarnsworth.com\/?p=36"},"modified":"2017-09-27T21:07:57","modified_gmt":"2017-09-28T03:07:57","slug":"a-review-of-mrs-dalloway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/briancroxall.net\/f17dh\/student-posts\/a-review-of-mrs-dalloway\/","title":{"rendered":"A Review of Mrs. Dalloway"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Like many of my classmates, I found <em>Mrs. Dalloway<\/em> a difficult read. For the most part, however, it was enjoyable. I felt the highs and the lows along with the characters. Even if I had never shared an experience with the characters, the writing sucked me into a position of empathy that was hard to shake.<\/p>\n<p>In my review of the novel, I want to draw from two phrases on the back cover of my Harcourt edition of the novel. Perhaps it&#8217;s because I&#8217;m studying post-structuralism and Foucault in a theory class, but the reviews in the back seem just as much a part of the text as the actual book does.<\/p>\n<p>The two phrases come from Michael Cunningham, author of\u00a0<em>The Hours.\u00a0<\/em>His praise for the novel included admiration for the &#8220;enormous within the every day&#8221; and the suggestion that the book was worth reading if just for &#8220;some of the most beautiful, complex, incisive and idiosyncratic sentences ever written in English.&#8221; Frankly, I agree with his analysis. The tale as a whole was somewhat underwhelming. It turns out I don&#8217;t care much for the comings and goings of the London Elite in the 1920&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p><iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1Evwgu369Jw?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>(Brene Brown narrates this short video on empathy created by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.thersa.org\/discover\/videos\/rsa-animate\">RSA <\/a>It&#8217;s worth a watch.)<\/p>\n<p>The passages that did grip me with a sense of empathy made novel worth reading. The conversation between Peter and Clarissa had me imagining my own lost loves (though I have none). When Rezia felt the terror of abandonment, I felt like a foreign but determined companion, terrified of my own committments. I imagined the failure of Sally and Peter like it was my own. How often does it feel like I&#8217;m the only one living below my potential?<\/p>\n<p>Like Cunningham says, Virginia Woolf finds grandeur and critical importance in everyday occurrences and trials. Or, to say it more <span style=\"background-color: #f6d5d9;\">concisely\u00a0<\/span>as Walt Whitman did, &#8220;I (or any person) contain multitudes.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The post <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/digitalhumanities.milesfarnsworth.com\/uncategorized\/review-mrs-dalloway\/\">A Review of Mrs. Dalloway<\/a> appeared first on <a rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"http:\/\/digitalhumanities.milesfarnsworth.com\/\">Digital Humanities<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Like many of my classmates, I found Mrs. Dalloway a difficult read. For the most part, however, it was enjoyable. I felt the highs and the lows along with the characters. 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