Reads tagged with “Virginia Woolf”
Three Worlds: Composer Max Richter Brings Virginia Woolf’s Most Beloved Writing to Sonic Life
A masterwork of immense originality and haunting splendor.
The Dinner Party: Artist Judy Chicago’s Iconic Antidote to the Erasure of Women in the History of Creative Culture
From Hypatia to Susan B. Anthony to Virginia Woolf, a sacrament and an insurrection restoring women’s place in history.
Why Anonymity Is More Artistically Rewarding Than Fame: Virginia Woolf on Elena Ferrante
“Obscurity rids the mind of the irk of envy and spite; [it] sets running in the veins the free waters of generosity and magnanimity; and allows giving and taking without thanks offered or praise given.”
Virginia Woolf on How Our Illusions Keep Us Alive
“Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
Virginia Woolf on Clothing as a Vehicle of Identity, the Fluidity of Gender, and the Trans Dimension of Human Nature
“Vain trifles as they seem, clothes … change our view of the world and the world’s view of us.”
Virginia Woolf on the Defiant Truthfulness of the Soul and Our Elemental Human Need for Communication
“Communication is health; communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty… if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.”
November 9, 1928: The Trial of Radclyffe Hall and Virginia Woolf’s Exquisite Case for the Freedom of Speech
“Writers produce literature, and they cannot produce great literature until they have free minds. The free mind has access to all knowledge and speculation of its age, and nothing cramps it like a taboo.”
Virginia Woolf on the Nature of Memory and How It Threads Our Lives Together
“Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither.”
Rock Climbing and the Meaning of Life: Vita Sackville-West’s Letters to Virginia Woolf on the Intimacy-Building Power of Travel and How Nature Reveals Us to Ourselves
“I don’t believe one ever knows people in their own surroundings; one only knows them away, divorced from all the little strings and cobwebs of habit.”
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