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of a future that holds new hope and promise for women The most prudent way to review a Virginia Woolf book, perhaps, would be to write THIS IS STUPENDOUS GENIUS AMAZING WHY HAVEN T YOU READ THIS YET and leave it at that Because not only does this relieve you of the responsibility of casting about for appropriate words to serenade Woolf but also because you know no review in the world does justice to the sheer magic that she is capable of creating with words.But since I have a thing for self flagellation not really , I wish to undertake preci The most prudent way to review a Virginia Woolf book, perhaps, would be to write THIS IS STUPENDOUS GENIUS AMAZING WHY HAVEN T YOU READ THIS YET and leave it at that Because not only does this relieve you of the responsibility of casting about for appropriate words to serenade Woolf but also because you know no review in the world does justice to the sheer magic that she is capable of creating with words.But since I have a thing for self flagellation not really , I wish to undertake precisely this mammoth task of writing about Orlando After having closed the book and put it aside, the first predominant emotions are that of being overwhelmed by the all encompassing nature of its inherent themes, then awestruck, then of being very close to tears One is compelled to sit quietly in a corner, still under the heady influence of Orlando s poetic prose, and brood over all the discrete human sentiments, actions and events that make up life as we know it, letting precious minutes trickle by.Our hero heroine, Orlando, seems not only to be a representation of the human spirit, a union of yin and yang in all its imperfect glory, but also a lasting testament to the perpetual flow of time His her pronouncements sound almost like a chorus of voices, echoing all the dichotomies that characterize our existence and the transience of our emotions.Orlando begins the journey of life as a man of wealth and social standing in Elizabethan era England, comfortable in the skin of his vanity, amorous in his dalliances with women And the book ends on 11th of October, 1928, in modern England where Orlando is a married woman, a mother, an accomplished writer and finally at peace with life s many ironies and caprices I will refrain from going into all that takes place between these two distant points in time because for that one can always read the book It will suffice to say that Orlando swings back and forth between craving and shunning love, between pursuing his her literary interests and trivializing the urge to write, between seeking the august company of men of letters like Pope, Addison and Swift and then belittling them And even though hundreds of years pass by as Orlando goes through the many myriad experiences that life had in store for him her, it seems like everything has remained essentially the same The reader is struck by a sense of passivity in motion, of an enduring constancy even though the sights and sounds and scenarios, that Orlando flits through, keep varying Thus in a way Orlando is not different from Woolf s other works just because of the noticeable absence of a stream of consciousness which, again, is not totally absent here but because here, she attempts to grasp at an amorphous entity like time and enclose it within a few pages And I am mightily pleased to say that she pulls off this feat with an elan, one associates only with her What makes Orlando really stand out among other VW works is the dual gender of its protagonist Orlando keeps oscillating between his her manly and womanly bearings and towards the very end, what nullifies the differences between the sexes is his her humanity, his her detachment from the material world and a crossover into the realm of the spiritualThe whole of her darkened and settled, as when some foil whose addition makes the round and solidity of a surface is added to it, and the shallow becomes deep and the near distant and all is contained as water is contained by the sides of a well So she was now darkened, stilled, and become, with the addition of this Orlando, what is called, rightly or wrongly, a single self, a real selfThe narrative does seem a bit disjointed at certain points, especially when Woolf foregoes conventions and goes into intricate detailing of events which seem of little importance in the greater scheme of things or inserts her witty observations on society s prejudices concerning women, chastity and Orlando, who was a passionate lover of animals, now noticed that her teeth were crooked and the two front turned inward, which, he said, is a sure sign of a perverse and cruel disposition in women, and so broke the engagement that very night for ever I am she that men call Modesty Virgin I am and ever shall be Not for me the fruitful fields and the fertile vineyard Increase is odious to me and when the apples burgeon or the flocks breed, I run, I run, I let my mantle fall My hair covers my eyes, I do not see Spare, O spare Truth come not out from your horrid den Hide deeper, fearful Truth For you flaunt in the brutal gaze of the sun things that were better unknown and undone you unveil the shameful the dark you make clear, Hide Hide HideSee what I mean This is probably Woolf at her funniest and wittiest So not a single sentence or passage can be devalued even though it may appear a little out of place or slow down the progress of the narrative.In essence, Orlando is a summation of all the irrepressible instincts of both the man and woman their quest for love and true wisdom, their search for meaning in chaos, their feelings of inferiority aroused by the vastness of the universe and their desire to find an eternity trapped within their brief lifetimes My mom made me clean my room this weekend No, not a teenage pain in the ass cleaning of the room, this was THE cleaning of the room As in, it was finally time to take apart the room I d had in that house since we moved there somewhere around my thirteenth birthday Look you guys, I get it I m twenty four That s another one of those Facts of Life that just happens to you, and most people would say I was far past time for this And you know what I was doing okay with it It went slowly, but i My mom made me clean my room this weekend No, not a teenage pain in the ass cleaning of the room, this was THE cleaning of the room As in, it was finally time to take apart the room I d had in that house since we moved there somewhere around my thirteenth birthday Look you guys, I get it I m twenty four That s another one of those Facts of Life that just happens to you, and most people would say I was far past time for this And you know what I was doing okay with it It went slowly, but it wasn t as bad as I had thought it would be I went through old clothes, trophies from various sporting events yeah, I spent sometime laughing about the fact that I used to do sports, too , old pictures of friends and even boyfriends, and the major breakdown I was waiting for happily stayed away Yessir, I was a okay.Then I got to The Wall It was the last thing to be done, and I just couldn t bring myself to dothan look at it and then utterly lose my shit Why that, when nothing else managed to get to me Well, here s why I started building that wall when I was thirteen years old It s full of every person I was, thought I was, or hoped that I would become It started on the back of the door which was plastered all over with quotes in ridiculous fonts from my favorite books I can tell you the exactly the path I followed putting things up on that door by where the quotes are from and three pages of plastered quotes describing my personality at sixteen that a friend gave me for Christmas There s the label from my junior year birthday present from my friends that says The flamboyant actress box of stuff, which is right next to two posters of illustrated Shakespearean quotes I got in Stratford and over Glinda the Good Witch sitting on top of the lightswitch saying, You ve always had the power to go back to Kansas I didn t put that there, and to this day I have no idea who did This gives way to black and white posters showing scenes of Paris, cutouts from about a bazillion travel magazines, pictures I took in Ireland and England including a prominently placed one on top of Glastonbury Tor , a speculative geneology chart out of the Arthurian legends, a painting by Magritte, a huge section of black and white glamour shots of old Hollywood stars Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, Errol Flynn, a photo of Bogey looking down a totally unaware Marilyn Monroe s dress, a drunk Orson Welles bombasting to Tony Curtis , my headshots and professional photos from the various productions I was in, cast photos, and a picture of the voice teacher who was my second mother for many years.In other words, it s the most fucking ridiculous part of the room You d think I d be glad to get rid of the the embarrassing evidence of my bad taste, failed dreams, and terrible role models And yet, that part was the only thing I gave a shit about I really felt like crap about it, until I read Orlando and saw thisFor she had a great variety of selves to call upon, farthan we have been able to find room for, since a biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may have many thousand and these selves of which we are built up, one on top of the other, as plates are piled on a waiter s hand, have attachments elsewhere, sympathies, little constitutions and rights of their own so that one will only come if it is raining, another in a room with green cutrains, another when Mrs Jones is not there and some are too wildly ridiculous to be mentioned in print at all and thisnature has further complicated her task and added to our confusion by providing a perfect rag bag of odds and ends within us a piece of a policeman s trousers lying cheek by jowl with Queen Alexandra s wedding veil.Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights I wrote in an earlier Vita review about my envy of coherence and life stories that make sense, and how frustrated I was that I couldn t make my own follow a similar pattern Woolf understands this frustration a single downright piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed , and tells me why it isn t ever going to happen the thousands of selves, and Queen Alexandra s wedding veil and the policeman s trousers what sort of goddess thinks of that and then, gift of all gifts, she seems both to understand it and even sympathize with it in her way And this isn t some poet off the street we re talking about, this is Virginia Woolf She s okay with inconsistencies Someone that smart is fascinated with absurdities, flights of fancy, illogical trains of thought, even slowness in someone that she loves this deeply She s willing to write 300 pages celebrating it, even Screw bodice rippers, that thought is the best porn that literary devising could give me She gave me back Glinda and Bogey, and made me feel proud to take them Orlando is many things, but it is above all a story that tries to make a dozen fantasies seem possible, or even the inevitable result of a life that is lived with all those thousand selves really getting in their say While Woolf s tone in this book is often light, mocking, wry, or even cutting, I don t think that this detracted from the sublime quality of the story that she s telling If anything, her wry asides made the telling of Orlando that muchmeaningful By engaging with prosaic reality every so often reminding us about the Nick Greenes of the world, the merchants, the couples walking two by Victorian two she shows us why Orlando should be celebrated, if only for making it through the day, never mind the years on top of years, intact There s nobody like Virginia Woolf for getting the most out of the heroic efforts of every last moment, and just why it tortures us so muchThe present participle is the Devil,she says here, and speaks lovingly of the past and future that shield us from the terrifying fact that we are here and now and we re supposed to be someone doing something.Time is the enabler of the novel, the vehicle through which all this exploration takes place, the administrative assistant that dispenses elfish magic when needed and sends out stern reminders of the rules when they are being ignored, but it s one of Time s children that s both the demon and the anti hero of the whole thing Memory Memory is the both the cocoon that protects Orlando from the ravages of growing up too much, and the beast that tries to tear her fragile defenses into shreds the second he isn t looking don t get me for pronoun confusion, I know what I did there It s a dangerous drug to pull out regularly Because no, actually, you can t stop whenever you want toit has contrived that the whole assortment shall be stitched together by a single thread Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither We know not what comes next, or what follows after Thus the most ordinary movment in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind And no, there s no way of safely taking it, eitherEvery single thing, once he tried to dislodge it from its place in his mind, he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump of glass which, after a year at the bottom of the sea, is grown about with bones and dragon flies and coins and the tresses of drowned women There was a period in my life after a particularly traumatic experience that I would stop in the street sometimes, muttering, Shut up, shut up, shut up My terrible therapist called me weird , my mother decided I was talking to her, my friends made a nervous joke out of it But Woolf understands the freakish intersection of memory and the present moment your body is in It s guerilla warfare out there the even scarier modern kind where there are even less decent barriers as to when and where it is okay for the enemy to try and fuck you up It s not just running into an old friend, hearing a song with certain associations that ll do it And don t think you can go searching the banks for something useful to you without paying compounded interest there s no such thing as a free lunch, especially not in the Memory banks One memory is part of another memory, and unless you are far better at compartmentalizing than me, even reaching for a good memory is going to involve pushing through the muck to get to it It s sad to think that Woolf probably understood this due to her own troubles with the state of her sanity She uses words like assault, when talking about time, imagery of rushing waves when showing Orlando s memories intruding upon her again and again you don t do that unless you know what the hell you re talking about I can see why she went on to write a book called The Waves right after this.It s actually a pretty funny book, though I feel like I m giving you the wrong idea of it It s lighthearted most of the time, there are excellent jokes in the style of Wodehouse in an archly amused tone that I just loved It comments on gender, women in society, the industry of writing, writers themselves, historians, the Victorian age, Romantic sensibilities, and does it in a style that s the most accessible I ve ever seen her write She openly invites you to be in on the joke and comment all you like as the Vanity Fair passes you by I felt quite worldly observing things from her perch It feels like her contribution to all the genres of literature that happened to be popular at the time making use of all of them, getting trapped by the conventions of none Parts of it just happened to give me some words I ve been desperately searching for, so I did the fall on my knees and worship thing instead of attending the tea party afterwards But don t worry, she still found time to help Bertie Wooster out of his latest engagement I m sick to death of this particular self I want another Orlando to me is a dream come true in literature Being able to move in time and space and to change my gender with my moods is a deeply satisfying idea It is the quintessence of what reading means in my life the opportunity to leave my own life behind and step into the body and soul of other people, only to move on again when I feel like it I can be intensely engaged for a week, and then put the adventure safely into my memory an I m sick to death of this particular self I want another Orlando to me is a dream come true in literature Being able to move in time and space and to change my gender with my moods is a deeply satisfying idea It is the quintessence of what reading means in my life the opportunity to leave my own life behind and step into the body and soul of other people, only to move on again when I feel like it I can be intensely engaged for a week, and then put the adventure safely into my memory and try something different Orlando is a hymn to reading and imagination and love It is a break from conventions, and a story heavy as a heart and light as a feather.Love it Woolf did not write this book for her readers she specifically wrote it for her close friend and fellow writer Vita Sackville West As such Woolf does things she would not normally do in her writing it is not at all serious but instead takes on the form of a literary homage, homage to reading and writing My case in pointFor it would seem her case proved it that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre o Woolf did not write this book for her readers she specifically wrote it for her close friend and fellow writer Vita Sackville West As such Woolf does things she would not normally do in her writing it is not at all serious but instead takes on the form of a literary homage, homage to reading and writing My case in pointFor it would seem her case proved it that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver The taste for books was an early one As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading They took his taper away, and he bred glow worms to serve his purpose They took the glow worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinderTilda Swinton as Orlando in the 1992 film adaptationMore significantly, it was also homage to someone she loved quite dearly I do wonder if originally she intended for this to be published it is clearly a piece of writing that is very personal and addressed to one person There are just so many emotions in this novel The story begins with Orlando, a young man living in the Elizabethan age who is about to be transformed The story also ends with Orlando, a woman writer living in the 20th century The entire novel is a fictionalised history of Vita Sackville West, of an imagined past life she lived under the guise of Orlando several centuries before she met Woolf Orlando had his heart broken at a very young age it is shattered beyond repair as he is abandoned and left in ruins Life must go on He finds solace in reading and writing, tools he uses to escape from the horrors of reality He begins with poetry thus, finding an appropriate channel for his self pity and woe begotten thoughts He strives for fame, for literary acknowledgment, by perfecting his craft If he fails, if the idealised writer fails, the thoughts of suicide and inferiority begin to dog his steps I need not mention how Woolf met her own end, but this read like an early foreshadowing It was hauntingBy the truth we are undone Life is a dream Tis the waking that kills us He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life And as such he attempts to push forward Indeed, that much so he goes into womanhood On a plot level it didn t really make sense it just kind of happened, though it did give Woolf a perfect opportunity to critique the nuances of gender roles within society And it was described so beautifully I can t fault her for it I can t really fault the novel, only to say it lost a considerable amount of passion, energy and momentum once Orlando had changed his sex This is the weirdest, most imaginative, novel I ve read in months Despite the bizarreness of the plot, the wackiest thing about it is the fact that Virginia Woolf wrote it I hated Mrs Dalloway I count it among my least favourite novels in existence I hate the way Woolf wrote it, why she wrote it and the literary style she tried to produce Orlando made me rethink my opinion of Woolf entirely I ve read a lot of her non fictional essays along with her literary criticisms of other 20th century writers This, oddly, goes against much of what she advocated She was a staunch supporter of realism within her writing, that much so she took efforts to make her plots less constructed so they mirrored real life this is something else entirely So I ve come to the conclusion that I didn t really understand Woolf perhaps I still don t The pathway forward remains an obvious one I simply must read everything she ever wrote in order to understand her better Time to get busy