Status Updates From Jacob's Room

Interrompo a pagina 40. Troppo astratto per me.

i love how she writes

‘…loveliness is infernally sad. Yes the chimneys and the coastguard stations and the little bays with the waves breaking unseen by any one make one remember the overpowering sorrow. And what can this sorry be? It is brewed by the earth itself.’

developing a parasocial relationship with Woolf in real time

O co chodzi
Strasznie ciężkie to jest

But their voices floated for a little above the camp. The moonlight destroyed nothing. The moor accepted everything. Tom Gage cries aloud so long as his tombstone endures. The Roman skeletons are in safe keeping. Betty Flanders’s darning needles are safe too and her garnet brooch. And sometimes at midday, in the sunshine, the moor seems to hoard these little treasures, like a nurse.
Emily would love this paragraph.

“She…would pull out book after book and swing across the whole space of her life like an acrobat from bar to bar. She had had her moments. Meanwhile, the great clock on the landing ticked and Sandra would hear fine accumulating …”

I might not be literary enough for VW experimental fiction. Sloggg. Still, the writing is gorgeous - see pp 212-214. Finishing this today come hell or high water!

"The strange thing about life is that although the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?"

"Am I doomed all my days to write letters, send voices, which fall upon the tea-table, fade upon the passage, making appointments, while life dwindles, to come and dine? Yet letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps—who knows?—we might talk by the way."

"And why, if this—and much more than this is true, why are we yet surprised in the window corner by a sudden vision that the young man in the chair is of all things in the world the most real, the most solid, the best known to us—why indeed? For the moment after we know nothing about him. Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love."
I'm confused and just coasting on vibes.

co za zastój... niemniej, uwielbiam nastrój tej powieści

‘Such were the very serious consequences of the invention of paper flowers to swim in bowls.’


positively deranged!! I’ve never been so compelled by banality

I am 14 pages into David Copperfield (which I promised I would read before Barbara Kingsolver's book) but man, at over 800 pages, it is DAUNTING for a summer read...so, an experimental Virginia Woolf novel instead I guess!

Je crois que j'ai compris le pb, le livre me berce vraiment quand le pdv est féminin, dès qu'on passe à Jacob je m'ennuie, le perso est un homme basique chez Woolf, cultivé, pretencieux, qui prend de haut les gens et n'apporte rien

Impossible de me souvenir de quoi que ce soit, c'est ce genre de livre....

“But then, this is only a young woman’s language, one, too, who loves or refrains from loving. She wished the moment to continue for ever precisely as it was that July morning. And moments don’t.”

“It was intimacy, a sort of spiritual suppleness, when mind prints upon mind indelibly…But intimacy- the room was full of it, still, deep, like a pool.”

goddamnit I’m gonna be so much more annoying when I start quoting this book every day but I can already tell it’s gonna happen

Panoramic, never staying long.

Stretched on the top of the mountain, quite alone, Jacob enjoyed himself immensely. Probably he had never been so happy in the whole of his life.

But at midnight when no one speaks or gallops, and the thorn tree is perfectly still, it would be foolish to vex the moor with questions— what? and why?
The church clock, however, strikes twelve.

I never tire of Woolf's silken prose—masterful.

ciekawi mnie zamysł virginii; czy forma i lekkość, płynność fabuły dalece niezobowiązującej akcji do trwania w ramach przyczynowo-skutkowej narracji, mają na celu ukazać coś, być filozoficznym komentarzem, wskazaniem pewnych refleksji dotyczących sensów?

podoba mi się tłumaczenie

Rushing through this book so I get the chance to write a scathing review

After all, it was none of her fault. But the thought saddened him. It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
Any excuse, though, serves a stupid woman. He told her his head ached.

każdy inaczej celebruje tzw. pride month,
ja czytam literaturę osób literatury, które znajdowały się na spektrum queerowości.
a wy koledzy?;--pp

No matter. There are things that can’t be said. Let’s shake it off. Let’s dry ourselves, and take up the first thing that comes handy…

...as if language were wine upon his lips [...] But language is wine upon his lips.

'But if I met him, what should I wear?' --and then, taking her way up the avenue towards Newnham, she lets her fancy play upon other details of men's meeting with women which have never got into print.

Anyhow, this was Jacob Flanders, aged nineteen. It is no use trying sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done--for instance, when the train drew into the station, Mr. Flanders burst open the door, and put the lady's dressing-case out for her, saying, or rather mumbling: 'Let me' very shyly; indeed, he was rather clumsy about it.