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Virginia Woolf se je v Letih (1937) želela pomakniti od upovedovanja notranjega življenja k prikazovanju družbene stvarnosti. V dnevniku je zapisala: »Želim prikazati nič manj kot celotno sodobno družbo: tako dejstva kakor videnje.« Roman naj bi vseboval dejstva in družbeno dogajanje, bil naj bi politični roman in feministični traktat, po obliki pa esejistični roman, v ...more
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Published August 2014 by KUD Police Dubove & Zveza Modro-bela ptica (first published 1937)
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Ahmad Sharabiani
611. The Years, Virginia Woolf
The Years is a 1937 novel by Virginia Woolf, the last she published in her lifetime. The complexity of the writing style of "Virginia Woolf" puts the reader in a barrage that, even at the end of his stories, does not leave the readers. The Years is story of boys, girls, father, mother, uncle, grandfather, cousins, daughters, servants and a family. It traces the history of the genteel Pargiter family from the 1880s to the "present day" of the mid-1930s. At the
May 2nd 2015

The Years is Virginia Woolf's ninth novel, and since it is composed of a series of vignettes about the Pargiter family covering a fifty year period, it is tempting to review it as if it were an old photograph album, one of those with layers of tissue to protect the images. As we slide the delicate paper aside, each image gradually assembles itself:

1880. A family group. The bewhiskered patriarch is squarely camped on the only chair, one elbow propped against a little table on which
Apr 12, 2018 rated it liked it  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Woolf's fans
Recommended to Dolors by: Monk's house
Shelves: read-in-2018
“The Years” is a mature novel but also a hybrid work straddling a family saga and a collection of robbed moments that would have vanished into the river of time hadn’t it been for Woolf’s brilliant descriptive skills.

Capable of capturing the elusiveness of an atmosphere, of words left unsaid, of a particular landscape in any season, of the details that dress a room or the people that come in and go out of it scarcely leaving any trace, Woolf manages to give human quality to the passage of time,
Jan 04, 2012 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: uk, 20-ce, fiction
I will not call the early going a slog, but the novel did fail to engage me until page 140 or so. After that, all was well. The novel took off as a proper Virginia Woolf novel should. By the end of the long party scene which closes the book I was familiarly dazzled. I have to admit that I find the content almost unsummarizable. There's no plot to speak of. It's the technique that astonishes. Woolf's concern is not the quotidian, and often not the particular, but the structural. There are any ...more
Feb 01, 2013 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: rays of a searchlight
Recommended to Mariel by: this is why we can't have nice things
That is true, Rose thought as she took her pudding. That is myself. Again she had the odd feeling being two people at the same time.

It has been months since I read The Years. There have been many books in my life. Light bulbs switched on and off over my head. They glow and brightness hot to the touch. I don't know how long they'll last but they often come back when I had been trying too hard to get inside other windows. Hey, you forgot about it and left all of the lights on. This next part might
Joseph Spuckler

The Years by Virginia Woolf is the story of thePargiter family. The story starts in 1880 and the family is headed by Colonel AbelPargiter. The colonel has seven children (Eleanor, Edward, Milly, Delia, Morris, Rose, Martin) and a sickly wife. In Woolf's style, some details are left out and considered not important such as the name of the Colonel's wife. Her death which is written in more detail than To the Lighthouse's Prue Ramsay's death, which was passed along to the reader in parenthetical
Feb 18, 2012 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: the-list
Other reviews tell me that this isn't as good as Mrs Dalloway or To The Lighthouse - having read all three books now, I will concede the Mrs Dalloway point, but I think I liked The Years better than To the Lighthouse. The two stories are similar, in that they deal with an extended family and the perspective switches from person to person and the closest you get to an action scene is everyone sitting around and talking, but the scope of The Years is much wider (it deals with several generations ...more
Dec 12, 2011 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Everybody was like "this is really conventional Woolf," and I was like, "Really? I mean, is she every really conventional?" and people were like, "Dood, this is nowhere near as good as To the Lighthouse or The Waves, so don't get your hopes up," and I was like, "Well I haven't read The Waves," and people were like, "What Dood? You never read The Waves? I'm not sure we can have this conversation," and I was like, "Oh man, I'd better read The Waves, but first I have to read The Years for class, ...more
But you may ask why The Years and not Mrs. Dalloway first? I don't know. I think it was a fortunate to find it in my local library and by reading a few pages of it, I realized that I must read it first. Did you know that I tried to read Mrs. Dalloway for more than 3 times, and even once I read almost half of the book, but I failed to finish it? I was losing my hope. I thought Woolf is not my type.

Reading A room of one's own opened my eyes to many things. That Virginia Woolf mainly concentrates
Reviewed in conjunction with Margery Sharp's Lise Lillywhite

One of the things I do in Geneva is hang out at the local flea market trying to suppress my urgeto preserve dead lives. Every week you'll see people disrespectfully pawing over the beloved libraries of the deceased, libraries which with possibly indecent haste, have been taken away by market vendors who, I can imagine, don't pay a cent for them. It is merely enough that they are willing to cart them off. There in the market they sit in
Feb 28, 2017 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
The story is composed of fragments, moments taken from an entire life. There are things we remember better than other. Some things we forget completely until someone mentions it and than we seem to remember little fragments of the story. It is not always the most important things we remember; it can be just like a shadow that covers a piece of the wall without making difference. What Woolf does is, she constructs a complete novel of assembled fragments of the lives of the family Pargiter. So a ...more
Forgot to write little review when I read this a while back. Out of all the Woolf novels, I think this one might be the worst. It's not a bad novel, but this didn't read like Woolf. In her diary she said she didn't like this book either because she wrote this when she was sick. She says it's never a good thing when writers write when they are sick. It shows too.
Jan 15, 2015 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: life-changers
This is my fourth reading because it is a novel that speaks to me ; my very essence I grew up in a four storey Victorian terraced house with faded William Morris wallpaper and service bells in the hallway. The past was always present and maybe we all lived in the past even then

How do you describe the passing of the years ? Your years ? Your family' s years or your country s years ?

Family members die , political parties too and wars are waged and what remains ? what is reliable ? ; if anything.
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Inderjit Sanghera
Jun 09, 2012 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
The sunlight-dappled passages of 'The Years', deciduous and delirious with Woolf's painterly vision hold the key to understanding Woolf's view of the world as an atmosphere of beauty enveloped in a haze of human melancholy, regret and isolation; although 'The Years' ostensibly follows the Pargiter family, the true star is the city of London. Verdant and vibrant, from the tree-lined streets to bilious lamp-light which imbued London with a sickly luminescence, to the maze like streets which have ...more
Oh god, family sagas, right? Who invented them and why did they hate excitement? Like, are they a family of extragalactic creatures or something, or should I take a nap, because I’d kinda rather do literally anything else, watching paint dry not excluded, than read about some family’s oh-so-immersing trials and tribulations, over many years. I’ve got my own family to deal with, good luck topping that saga. Maybe I’m the problem, who knows. Trembling with anticipation at the thought of reading ...more
Sep 04, 2014 rated it liked it  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: fiction
I found reading this novel tough and tiring, in other words, it didn’t literally hook me when I started reading “1891,” its second chapter. Presumably known to readers, it has no content page so I would create one from this publication in the meantime so that we can realize its scope as an overview:
Chapter 1 1880 (p. 3)
Chapter 2 1891 (p. 89)
Chapter 3 1907 (p. 129)
Chapter 4 1908 (p. 146)
Chapter 5 1910 (p. 160)
Chapter 6 1911 (p. 192)
Chapter 7 1913 (p. 214)
Chapter 8 1914 (p. 224)
Chapter 9 1917 (p.
Laura J. W.
Sep 22, 2010 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
"The Pargiters", "Here and Now", finally entitled "The Years" - a grand book of exquisite beauty - maturity, I suppose, tight and dense, a clear vision, a finely cut gem in her crown of achievements. She said in her diary: "It’s different from the others of course: has I think, more 'real' life in it; more blood and bone." (11/30/1936). At some point, she referred to it as "that misery" in her diary, but there is so much love in how it is written, and reading the process of her writing it, it ...more
Sep 26, 2008 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
I kept thinking, as I read this, that it was Virginia's material put down in Katherine Mansfield's style. I particularly enjoy that sort of sweet, gently pattering prose, -- though from Virginia it feels curiously disembodied. Her sensory perceptions are well articulated, but her focus is ultimately social. (My personal bias favors singularity). Indeed, the story could be considered purely social as there isn't even a central narrative consciousness. This was her last novel and, in a way, it ...more
Roger Brunyate
May 28, 2016 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
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Fleeting Moments
But Eleanor was standing with her back to them. She was watching a taxi that was gliding slowly round the square. It stopped in front of a house two doors down.

"Aren't they lovely?" said Delia, holding out the flowers.

Eleanor started.

"The roses? Yes..." she said. But she was watching the cab. A young man had got out; he paid the driver. Then a girl in a tweed travelling suit followed him. He fitted his latch-key to the door. "There," Eleanor murmured, as he opened the door and
Rachel M
Apr 12, 2013 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
I've been afraid of Virginia Woolf for many years (bad joke unabashedly intended). I didn't think I would be able to understand or feel at home in her writing, it being too cleverly crafted, too intellectual, or too eccentric.

I was wrong, and regret waiting so long to find out.

Going to history museums when I was younger, I would notice the smell of old things: that particular cracked-leathery smell - similar to the smell of libraries and old paper. I have always wondered, "but is this what the
It's difficult for me to review a book like this. I really want to like it, but I guess my tastes in literature do not include Virginia Woolf's "stream of conciousness" style of writing. Every character 'dumps' his or her thoughts on you and most of the time don't even finish their thoughts. Also the dialogue is random and unfinished. In the end I felt like I didn't learn anything from the book.

To me it doesn't read like a book. It's best to describe it as a series of paintings. You follow the
Jan 14, 2017 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
I was able to get into this book quickly and it went along briskly, until the last chapter ("Present Day" which I'm guessing was 1939 when it was written). There was a party, and I was getting the people mixed up (who's married to who? Who were siblings? Who were the children?) The "younger generation" (in their 30s) were getting bored by the talk of the older generation, as was I reading it!

I'm sure if I looked up critical explanations of the writing and British history during the 1880s I
Sep 13, 2016 rated it liked it  ·  review of another edition
Maybe because this book came right after my reading of T.S Eliot's Early Poems and the correspondence between members of The Bloomsbury Group, I had little patience for the casual anti-semitic comment in this one. Virginia Woolf is one of the greatest writers that I have read, and this book has objectively great moments, and were it not for her anti-semitism, mainly found in her letters and diaries creeping for the first time (as far as I can tell) into her fiction, it would've been easier for ...more
Aug 01, 2018 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
It was a struggle for me to get through the party at the end--I was as bored and restless as if I was a family member. I felt as if I were North (a character I had no memory of), returned from farming in South Africa, trying to find a place in his family again. The image of the siblings who know the family history is very prominent, and the middle generation really want those older aunts and uncles to tell their story.
I couldn't help but compare this book with Jane Smiley's Hundred Years
Lee Foust
Frankly The Years isn't a very good novel, but it's an interesting one worth reading for several reasons.

First and foremost--especially since I'm in the process of reading the entirety of Woolf's narrative output in chronological order--this novel is useful in explaining why the five novels from Jacob's Room to The Waves are so remarkable and just terrifically successful literary experiments. Although The Years is neither good nor an experiment, I don't mean to say simply that Woolf is good when
Nov 17, 2014 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
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I didn't like Virginia Woolf's work when I first read it long ago. It was Mrs Dalloway or To the Lighthouse, I can't remember. It seemed all a big fuss about nothing to me, and I thought if she had poverty or a job grinding the life out of her she might well be better off.

I'm not sure I was wrong. Still, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

A year or so ago my partner convinced me to read Orlando and I loved it, found it hilarious and imaginative and thought provoking.

The Years explained some of this
May 28, 2009 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
This novel gets too much hate among Woolfians, which I can now say, having read it--and being, you know, the final word on "good" and "bad" Woolf. (Of course, there is no such thing as the latter. Then again, I haven't read her biography of Fry, which is hear is just torture.)

It's a family saga in the old sense of it, & for those thinking she's going to entirely upturn that literary tradition by the bare fact of her being V Woolf, well, you probably will be disappointed. It's about as
Aug 16, 2017 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
"There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people."

While reading this I found myself thinking, this doesn't sound like her, it's way too simple... but then a few pages in my mind went wide and dizzy: oh but it is Virginia Woolf! In all her unadulterated glory!

This book is like a sunny afternoon, she has an intricate way of drawing you into worlds of her own. People, places, thoughts and trees. I
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(Adeline) Virginia Woolf was an English novelist and essayist regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century.

During the interwar period, Woolf was a significant figure in London literary society and a member of the Bloomsbury Group. Her most famous works include the novels Mrs. Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927), and Orlando (1928), and the book-length
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.” 59 likes
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