From Woolf: As a child then, my days, just as they do now, contain a large proportion of this cotton wool [of daily life], this
Category: Woolf
Reading Woolf: “. . . inky and bitter and old.”
Here, as The Years (1937) approaches completion, Woolf speaks concretely. What have I been doing all my life? From a letter to Ethel Smyth (10 March 1936):
Reading Woolf: “. . . my usual method of recovery.”
From a letter to Elizabeth Bowen (12 January 1936): Thanks ever so much for sending the flowers which are in a great bunch in front
Solid Objects (Newport, RI)
Looked at again and again half consciously by a mind thinking of something else [say, catching a bus or shopping for groceries], any object [say, a shopping
Honoring Woolf and Her “Sketch”
Today is Virginia Woolf’s birthday. While I don’t normally celebrate or recognize the birthdays of my favorite authors, my relationship and fascination with Woolf’s life and work
Reading Woolf: The Dark Side of Orlando (1928)
Last year, at the 24th Annual Conference on Virginia Woolf, I had the pleasure—along with dozens and dozens of other Woolfians—to attend an excellent performance
Sketching a Present 