There is truly nothing new that I can write about VW that I haven’t written elsewhere; I find her endlessly fascinating, always inspiring, even when she is, as in this volume of her diaries, simply listing brief (and insightful) impressions of her day, her friends, her writing process. Major life changes are documented in this volume: deaths of beloved friends; Hitler’s rise to power; her literary fame/pressures after the successes of several novels published in the 20s.
There are many entries detailing the minutiae of daily life, but interspersed, liberally, are arresting thoughts such as one of my favorites: “…stay this moment. No one ever says that enough.” and many more.
The most delightful and surprising entry is an account of a dream she had about Vita in which she was so upset upon waking, she was determined to be cold and firm with her if she called that day. Vita did call and Virginia was cold, owing to the dream version of Vita that had “gone off with someone else, very markedly.” Vita came over anyway, unaware of VW’s ire or the cause. She contains multitudes! Ah, I love her so.