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4.12 of 5 stars 4.12  ·  rating details  ·  13,076 ratings  ·  914 reviews
"Eu passarei como uma nuvem por cima das ondas", escreveu uma vez Virginia Woolf. Não foi a única referência que deixou sobre o mar, elemento que muito a atraía. Nem foi casual o título da obra à qual dedicou mais tempo e reflexões que às outras. Com "As Ondas", Woolf sabia que mergulhava nas profundezas do ser humano. Fê-lo com um manejo da língua quase poético. Expôs a a ...more
Hardcover, 224 pages
Published 2002 by Público (first published 1931)
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Oct 17, 2007 Seddrah marked it as to-read  ·  review of another edition
a great recommendation from a friend. Seems like it could be life-changing, or possibly a little sad or maybe both. The hand-written inscription in the copy I found used was worth the entire purchase anyway, read it:



I'm sure you know that you've been on my mind a great deal over the last few days. I've struggled for words to capture my own grief at your mom's death, to express my appreciation for yours, and perhaps, to offer some solace by explaining to you how strong an impression

The sun rose. Its rays fell in sharp wedges inside the room. Whatever the light touched became dowered with a fanatical existence. A plate was like a white lake. A knife looked like a dagger of ice. Suddenly my copy of ‘The Waves’ became alive as the clouds on the cover page started floating in resplendent movements and the water of the ocean moved swiftly over the edges of several dog-eared pages carrying along thousands of words written upon them, to a world they rightfully belongs to. Driftin
This is It. This is The Book. The One. The collection of carefully crafted words I hold most dear in the world.

It is for this very reason I cannot write a reasonable review, I cannot simply tell you that this is a masterpiece, that this deals with the most profound and important issues of Being in the most beautiful ways imaginable, nor can I simply say that, though I have read it many times, I still find new pearls to treasure in almost every line.

So I will take a quote, a relatively famous o

I am in a fever.
Awareness is heightened.
Words have purple shadows.
Sentences gleam yellow-green
Paragraphs are lined in reddish gold
Everything shimmers, sharp as waves in sunlight.
The normal is abolished

Voices roll towards me, one upon another,
declaim their truth and roll away again, one upon another,
the arc of each voice different, the rhythm the same:
Bernard, Susan, Louis, Bernard.
Rhoda, Neville, Jinny, Bernard.
Louis, Neville, Susan, Bernard
Susan, Louis, Neville, Bernard,
Bernard, Bernar
“No, but I wish to go under; to visit the profound depths; once in a while to exercise my prerogative not always to act, but to explore; to hear vague, ancestral sounds of boughs creaking, of mammoths, to indulge impossible desires to embrace the whole world with the arms of understanding, impossible to those who act.” - Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf never ceases to amaze me. If someone had told me a couple of years ago that I would actually enjoy books written in the stream-of-consc
Probably my favorite book ever written. The 'waves' become a compound metaphor of sheer brilliance; we are all a harmony in the chorus of life, a part of a whole but each an individual part of beauty equally beautiful in solidarity as the whole. I wish I could write a single sentence as glorious as Woolf.
This is a wonderful novel; Woolf herself referred to it as a play-poem. Often when I’m thinking about a review I will read what others have written, do a bit of research about the context or author. In this case, that approach is not really possible because there is a whole industry around Woolf and her novels and people spend academic lifetimes on all this!
Woolf said she was writing to a rhythm and not to a plot and the novel is a series of interludes and episodes revolving around six characte
I've read this book several times. The first attempt my mind drifted off half the time because there is no plot (which is perfectly fine). I wandered so much that I had to reread the final chapter but by the time I got to the last two pages I burst into tears. It vouches for the power of a book when the reader can be so moved by the ending after only truly paying attention to the final chapter.
I love what The Waves says about being human, being flawed, the importance of small events, small momen
Ian Cantankeroo-Gazan

"The Waves" is arguably the greatest single work of literary Modernism, superior to Woolf’s own "Mrs Dalloway" and "To the Lighthouse" and potentially to Joyce’s "Ulysses".

The first two of these works are temporally much more limited in scope, the last so stylistically diverse that it can’t be said to have a singular integrity (which is not to criticize it; this criterion is quite the opposite of its design and intent).

"The Waves" extends beyond one occasion and encapsulates ent
"Your book is a poem, and as I think a great poem. Nothing that I know of has ever been written like it...The beauty of it is almost incredible. Such prose has never been written and it also belongs to here and now though it is dealing also with a theme that is perpetual and universal."
Goldsworth Lowes Dickinson, Cambridge, 1931

"In this book she is convey a whole vision, the essence of life."
Storm Jameson, novelist

E.M. Forster explained that he found it difficult to express himsel
For three weeks I have looked at this book on my desk, trying to summon the necessary courage to write up my thoughts. Courage, because whatever I say will be an inadequate, tepid articulation of how The Waves made me feel.
'I was running,' said Jinny, 'after breakfast. I saw leaves moving in a hole in the hedge. I thought "That is a bird on its nest." I parted them and looked; but there was no bird on a nest. The leaves went on moving. I was frightened. I ran past Susan, past Rhoda, and Nevill
What is that quote, that one that says that you cannot read some books, you can only reread them. Here is one. Rampant poetry that you ride, crest in and crest out of the waves of words that flow in such a way that one sentence is one of many, a social construct like the bees and the birds flocking in the sky. Fluidity does little justice to this book. One word does not exist without all the rest, and it is better to float through the sentences rather than tear them down and open into some sembl ...more
Stephen P
We know so little of others. Barely we capture pieces of ourselves which can be cobbled together into what we believe ourselves to be; the unified presence necessary to calculate and cope with with the underside of the unfurling wave of life's chaos.

The book opens upon a group of innocents, small sensitive children at a private school in the country. They take turns, perhaps in a game, naming what is happening around them. Would children speak in the perceptive elevation of poetics? The sentence
Violet wells
For the unprepared reader the first fifty pages can be as baffling as an unknown code. But once the code is cracked, the whole experiment has a brilliant simplicity.
Imagine this: a biography of you and your five best friends. From early childhood to death. Told not within the usual matrix of bald accountable facts, social landmarks of achievement and failure. But through a linguistic transposition of the ebb and flow, the forging and eroding, of the waves of our inner life. Those secret and uns
Introduction, by Jeanette Winterson
Introduction, by Gillian Beer

--The Waves
Rhoda Jinny Susan Louis Neville Bernard - três mulheres três homens - seis crianças seis adolescentes seis adultos seis velhos - seis personagens em agonia, em páginas de uma beleza infinita.

Não sei se é um romance ou um poema. Só sei que tudo tudo é Perfeito!
As personagens,
cuja dor e solidão senti como se fossem minhas;
A estrutura
- cada capítulo divide as várias épocas de vida das personagens, e é iniciado pela descrição da posição do sol e de como a natureza se lhe entrega: desde o nascente/

Virginia Woolf referred to this work not as a novel, but as a “playpoem”. It consists of monologues spoken by six characters, three female and three male, who recount their lives from childhood to old age and death. The various stages of the characters’ lives are interspersed with nine brief third person accounts of the seaside at different stages of the day from sunrise to sunset. The work is in effect an extended poem, with the various voices of the characters sometimes separate, sometimes flo
“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”

From the very first line, Woolf throws her reader into six different minds; we see what they see, hear what they listen to and feel what they touch or are touched by. These six narrators show us glimpses of their childhood, their surroundings, their fears, their midlife, their loves, their ambitions, their failures, their sacrifices, their old age and lastly, their deaths. Somehow all these glimpses are stained by some sort of sadness; at ti
Virginia Woolf ha parlato al mio cuore, al mio intelletto e al mio spirito per alcuni giorni regalandomi attimi di bellezza, di splendore e di totale beatitudine.
Non è un libro semplice, anzi, direi che è ostico e anche un po' confusionario in alcuni punti, ma la sua profondità e la sua poesia compensano con tutto il resto.
Il lettore segue, attraverso un flusso continuo che ricorda molto Joyce (a cui è stato accostato), i pensieri, le emozioni, la vita dei 6- 7(?) personaggi che lo popolano. Og
Poetry in prose.
Woolf writes without rules, no punctuation, no paragraphs, pure sensations, disarrayed and irrational thoughts, explosion of feelings.
We see life through the eyes of six characters, three men and three women, each one strikingly different from the other but close friends and lovers, from childhood to old age.

Early innocence, pure thoughts, playful games become more and more complicated when the characters grow up. It was devastating to witness how everyday life could break the ch
Plot, character development and interaction expressed solely through inner monologue. Virginia creates a new style of novel here, too unique to ever be recreated. Thought provoking. Iridescent. Brilliant.
Hard to rate, impossible to review – because I read it in two parts separated by a hiatus, two months during which I did not think of the book, during which she passed out of me; because I was bored and baffled on one page, dumbstruck by visionary lyricism on the next; and because at times the whole concept seemed laughably ridiculous (I know now that Blood Meridian just doesn’t work for some people), though in spite of my titters I found her obsessions with the ego's phrase-making, with identit ...more
Momina Masood
"To read this poem one must have myriad eyes, like one of those lamps that turn on slabs of racing water at midnight in the Atlantic, when perhaps only a spray of seaweed pricks the surface, or suddenly the waves gape and up shoulders a monster. One must put aside antipathies and jealousies and not interrupt. One must have patience and infinite care and let the light sound, whether of spiders’ delicate feet on a leaf or the chuckle of water in some irrelevant drain-pipe, unfold too."

"We come t
Nate D
Jul 18, 2011 Nate D rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: The introspective aged
Recommended to Nate D by: the stickiness beneath the leaf-cover
Six characters, seeming aspects of a single bizarre lyrical voice delivered as if under hypnosis, withholding nothing and brushing each vision with uncanny light -- six character tell their life stories while the eternal English landscape looks on.

Now glancing this side, that side, they looked deeper, beneath the flowers, down the dark avenues into the unlit world where the leaf rots and the flower has fallen. Then one of them, beautifully darting, accurately alighting, spiked the soft , monstro
Read purely for pleasure and not for review. The perfect mix of poetical prose and one of my favorite books. I will read this book over, and over, and over again
I did not like this at all. I decided to dump it after struggling through four of the nine hour audiobook narrated by Francis Jeater. The narration was fine; it was the lines of the book that disappointed.

I have read other books by Virginia Woolf and enjoyed them.

In this book I felt nothing for any of the characters. As in the other novels the reader is in the heads of the various characters. Here there are numerous characters and it is extremely difficult to keep track of whose thoughts you ar
I am spellbound by Woolf's powers of description; she lays out a feast of adjectives and metaphors, weaving a shimmering tapestry of words, here forming a continuous surface without break of tone. Exposition is forbidden to intrude on the musical flow of language and the 'six sided' inner voice carrying the narrative is only interrupted by the simple frame device of a passing day on a deserted beach

The gift Woolf displays here is for putting sensations, the delights and torments of being alive,
Eddie Watkins
And in the end I am still not sure what I think of this book. For half a lifetime I have trailed an early intuition that it might be the book to rearrange my mind and heart and then sit vibrating comfortably there, a living force that colors my world from within; but in the end it still seems too scrimmy and vague, too lacking in external specificity, too internal (which coming from me seems an odd complaint), but its internalizing is perhaps spread too thin, too blended in with near-generic oth ...more
May 10, 2007 Steven rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Everyone
This feels as if Woolf were weighing the standards by which people live: The archetype for the socialite, the academic, the rustic, the consummate businessman, the dreamer, and the everyman...She holds up what each one identifies as worthwhile in life against the convictions of his/her friends, who have all pursued wildly divergent paths.

It's absolutely stunning, and something I reread every year.
ما أعجب أن نشعر بأن الخيط الذي نقوم بغزله تطول أتياله الرقيقة عبر الساحات المعتمة للعالم المتشابك.*
فيرجينا وولف

هذه الرواية أقرب إلى القصيدة الشعرية رغم أنها ليست شعراً، فالشخوص فيها وهم ستّة يتحدثون إليكَ كمن يتحدث إلى نفسه، إنه كما لو أنهم كانوا شخصاً واحداً استيقظ ذات صباح فوجد نفسه في ستة أشخاص، كيف لنفسه الواحدة أن تنفصل عن نفسها، مرة وثانية وثالثة ...؟ كيف يمكن لكل شيء في داخله أن ينقسم ويتكرر مرات لا تحصى، كيف لإحساساته أن تتكرر وتتجدد مع كل دائرة ضوء، وثم تعيد نفسها في الظلّ، لم يكن أحد ل
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