Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf was first published in 1925.
I think this is just the second book by Woolf that I’ve read. I read To the Lighthouse and it wasn’t my cup of tea although I know some bloggers loved it. I wasn’t any more impressed with Mrs Dalloway so I think it’s fair to say that Virginia Woolf and I just don’t get on at all. I just don’t like her writing style.
The book has a short foreword by Jeanette Winterson who is obviously a fan and there is also an introduction by Carol Ann Duffy and as if that isn’t enough there’s another by Valentine Cunningham.
The setting is London a few years after World War 1 and Mrs Dalloway is giving a party later in the day. She’s in her 50s, a perfect hostess well used to throwing regular, fashionable parties.
During the preparations for the party she sees Peter Walsh who has been in India for years, he had proposed marriage to her when she was a youngster but she had turned him down. Her mind wanders off over the years and over everything that has happened since then.
Very early on in the book Woolf has a character who is suffering from depression and is preoccupied with suicide. Given what Woolf did to herself, I find it sad and unnerving to read about it in a book which was written years before she took her own life.
Oh well, each to their own! I still have The Waves to read – sometime, maybe.