8 journalers for this copy...
"The Hours is both an homage to Virginia Woolf and very much its own creature. Even as Michael Cunningham brings his literary idol back to life, he intertwines her story with those of two more contemporary women. One gray suburban London morning in 1923, Woolf awakens from a dream that will soon lead to Mrs. Dalloway. In the present, on a beautiful June day in Greenwich Village, 52-year-old Clarissa Vaughan is planning a party for her oldest love, a poet dying of AIDS. And in Los Angeles in 1949, Laura Brown, pregnant and unsettled, does her best to prepare for her husband's birthday, but can't seem to stop reading Woolf. These women's lives are linked both by the 1925 novel and by the few precious moments of possibility each keeps returning to. Clarissa is to eventually realize:
There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined.... Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.
As Cunningham moves between the three women, his transitions are seamless. One early chapter ends with Woolf picking up her pen and composing her first sentence, "Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself." The next begins with Laura rejoicing over that line and the fictional universe she is about to enter. Clarissa's day, on the other hand, is a mirror of Mrs. Dalloway's--with, however, an appropriate degree of modern beveling as Cunningham updates and elaborates his source of inspiration. Clarissa knows that her desire to give her friend the perfect party may seem trivial to many. Yet it seems better to her than shutting down in the face of disaster and despair. Like its literary inspiration, The Hours is a hymn to consciousness and the beauties and losses it perceives. It is also a reminder that, as Cunningham again and again makes us realize, art belongs to far more than just "the world of objects." --Kerry Fried --
Please read it and then PM the following person on the list for adress.
Ring order so far:
Bluemchenblatt (France, for now ;-))
Back to French-girl (The Netherlands)
Promis, j'essaierai de ne pas trop vous faire patienter !
Shortly after it arrived I felt obliged at least to take a look at it. After two chapters I put it away and didn't touch it for awhile. A lot of self-persuasion had to be done, before I picked it up again.
It got better, or maybe rather not, but I got used to the style, which I didn't fancy much. The idea is interesting as is the theme, but Cunningham definitely hasn't made me too curious about his other pieces nor do I want to watch the movie. Actually, I couldn't care less.
Thanks for the interesting elements, but no thanks for everything else, dear Mr. Cunningham.
(Still, French-girl, thanks to you for sharing.)
Merci pour l'agréable moment et pour le livre. Je commence la lecture en parallèle à celle d'un Musset d'un autre ring.
I'll soon read Mrs Dalloway!
The book is on its way to Australia!
Heading to scrutiny in Hong Kong in tomorrow's mail.
This is the third ringbook that arrives in one week! I already managed to read the other two. Much as I'm looking forward to reading this one, I hope it's okay, that before I start it, I finish reading the book I put on hold when the first book arrived last week. Since I'm the last one on the list, I'd rather do that, than read this in a hurry. Up next after my current read, I promise.
Thanks for sharing anyway.
Frenchgirl, do I return the book to you or do you want to continue the ring? You could also donate it to the 1001-books library ;-)
Will give it a good home in the meantime ;-)
Ik zou het vanuit Nederland terug sturen (scheelt 3 euro), maar ik kom er helaas voorlopig niet. Gaat dus toch maar hier op de post.