Status Updates From Mrs. Dalloway

i’m so over this goddamn book

A huge problem with Virginia Woolf's writing, in Mrs. Dalloway anyway, is that it is virtually impossible to immediately discern which of her character's is thinking the written words. From the top of page 180, it wasn't until the bottom of page 181 when I discovered whose thoughts I was reading. Finally, as I relaxed and learned to savor her singular writing style, her last 22 pages were fairly delightful,

Woolf writes a very fruitful character study, navigating Septimus’ PTSD with such brutality, yet, simultaneously, such grace. It’s really disheartening to navigate, but a great read from a literary perspective.