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I will be upfront and write that I am a huge admirer of Virginia Woolf so this review is going to be rather biased. Monday or Tuesday is a 1921 short story collection by Virginia Woolf published by The Hogarth Press. The stories included are: "A Haunted House" "A Society" "Monday or Tuesday" "An Unwritten Novel" – previously appeared in the London Mercury in 1920 "The String Quartet" "Blue & Green" "Kew Gardens" previously published separately "The Mark on the Wall" – previously appeared in Two Stories (1917)
Read these stories and find out why Woolf is one of the greatest writers of all time.
This version of 'Monday or Tuesday' is thankfully based on the American first edition, and not the error prone English first edition. Although there is no 'active table of contents' in the Go To menu if you click back one page from the beginning you will find that there is one, so you can easily navigate around this book of short stories.
If you have never read this book before, then the stories are:-
A Haunted House A Society Monday or Tuesday An Unwritten Novel The String Quartet Blue and Green Kew Gardens The Mark on the Wall
The majority of these tales are stream of consciousness, and if you are unused to reading this type of story then it may take some time to get used to. There are no plotlines as such here, so don't expect a more traditional type story. The writing and language corruscates across the page and you are left with kaleidoscopic imagery as you read through these marvellous tales. This is a wonderful book to read that you should hopefully come back to time and again. A great read that is made even better because it won't cost you.
Una bella raccolta di racconti. Quello che ho preferito è "Kew Gardens" che prende il titolo dal nome dei Giardini Botanici di Londra, nel quale la scrittrice paragona il movimento dei visitatori che si muovono tra le bellezze e i colori del giardino al volo delle farfalle.
Now to recollect by the fireside on the white square of marble. From ivory depths words rising shed their blackness, blossom and penetrate. Fallen the book; in the flame, in the smoke, in the momentary sparks — or now voyaging, the marble square pendant, minarets beneath and the Indian seas, while space rushes blue and stars glint — truth? content with closeness? Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.