Woolf has this excruciatingly antagonizing way of writing that leaves me (quite frankly!) very lost. I detested Orlando, but then I was terribly enamored with To the Lighthouse, and now The Waves, as a whole, leaves me grasping for any sense of narrative consistency. As far as sentence construction and novel semantic innovation goes, I’m thrilled. Alas, I will be stuck on page 35 for the foreseeable future!
— Aug 22, 2026 03:16PM
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