I have complicated feelings about this one! This is a gossipy, fun, frustrating, engaging, and readable book that doesn't entirely live up to the promise of its title. Gill tells us she is going to explore the life of Virginia Woolf by looking at the women in her life -- her ancestors, her immediate family, her friends, and her contemporaries -- but the women we hear the most about are the most flamboyant and racy, we end up hearing nearly as much about the men in Woolf's life, and there are big holes in exploring influences that seem more germane to Woolf's life in preference for a good anecdote or sensational story.
Gill starts way back in Woolf's family tree with her great-great grandparents, a French aristocrat living in colonial northern India and his beautiful Franco-Indian wife. Gill gets a lot of mileage out of the inherited beauty of the de L'etang / Pattle / Jackson / Stephen family, and dwells a little too much on racially-based dissection of family portraits for evidence of Indian ancestry. She dips a little into the French and English colonial oppression of India but, for the most part, appears to be pretty wowed by anyone who has an aristocratic background. Still, there are some great stories here and a pattern of extremely strong women and weak, flawed, and forgettable husbands, at least the way Gill tells it. There is a lot of living India for France and England, starting over, and (not unusual for the time) working to secure upwardly mobile marriages for all these beautiful daughters.
A great deal of time is given to "Pattledom" -- the artistic and literary home of Virginia Woolf's great aunts, particularly Julia Cameron, who is well known for her artistic photographic portraits of friends and family, including Woolf's mother, Julia Jackson and her children. Julia Cameron's sister, Maria Jackson, however, is hardly delved into at all, despite her living for years in the home with Virginia Woolf and her having probably a great deal to do with the psychology of Woolf's mother. Julia Jackson Duckworth Stephen is a fascinating character and she is given a lot of book time, although she is difficult to pin down. She marries for love, loses her husband to a sudden illness when she has three small children, takes care of business as a single mother, known for her philanthropy and self-sacrifice, and then, to the surprise of everyone, marries the grumpy, old, and pretty poor (but very devoted) Leslie Stephen and starts a new family, including Virginia, her sister Vanessa, and her two brothers.
And, of course, there is Bloomsbury. After the untimely death of their mother and the long-awaited/feared death of their father, the Stephen siblings drew a non-conforming, artistic, gay, literary, sexual, snobby, and ever-growing crowd of (mostly male) friends and lovers. Virginia Woolf, however, was always a little outside of this group -- because of her mental health, her caustic wit, her Jewish husband, and, probably most of all, the dramatic and overwhelming orbit of beloved older sister, Vanessa Bell. I'm not going to get into the ins and outs of Bloomsbury, but it is fascinating and covered here in great detail, but with much more of an emphasis on Vanessa than Virginia.
Gill's delight in anecdotes, armchair psychology, speculation, and cutesy phrasing means that she frequently appears to mock or belittle issues of mental health, sexual abuse, and familial dysfunction. She then tries to right that boat by overcompensating with preachy judgment on the topics that she had earlier rolled into a delightful turn of phrase. This gets a little old. I also don't see how you can have a subject like Woolf, who is such a beautiful, prolific, and revealing writer, and quote so little from her books, letters, and diaries. The final slim chapter and epilogue, which talk about Virginia Woolf's marriage and her relationship with her niece and nephews, shows a hard-working, brilliant woman in a love-filled marriage of two flawed but well-matched people, who has a playful, insightful, and close relationship with her family members. You would not think this was the case from the flippant discussions of "madness" and intimate speculation on Woolf's sexuality. Gill also shoehorns in references to her own other biographies willy nilly, regardless of their relationship to Woolf (get ready for a lot of references to Agatha Christie, Queen Victoria, and Florence Nightengale). And she cites movies like they are academic works!
I will admit, I still loved reading this book. I am not above enjoying some sexy gossip, family skeletons, and hidden affairs. This is super readable and gives a very specific and flawed, but engaging, view on Woolf's world. Honestly, even if you don't like Virginia Woolf, lovers of British history, Bloomsbury in general, or popular biography may get a thrill from this one.