Sunday, 24 November 2013


the Hours by Michael Cunningham (1998)

“We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so...” 

In 1923, Virginia Woolf is working on a new novel, later to be named Mrs Dalloway, while trying to pull herself together. In 1949 in Los Angeles, Mrs Brown is pregnant with her second child and it's her husband's birthday, but all she wants to do is lay in bed and read Mrs Dalloway. In present day New York, Clarissa, who is called Mrs Dalloway by her former lover, Richard, is holding a party for him as he's dying from AIDS.

The book starts with the suicide of Virginia Woolf, and that really sets the mood for the rest of the book. I kept wondering whether both Clarissa and Mrs Brown would kill themselves as well. It is beautifully written, and I really like how Cunningham has included passages from Mrs Dalloway. It was a perfect read for my current mood, and it really hit home. Save it for your blue periods.

Another thing I discovered while reading this, is that I totally didn't understand Mrs Dalloway at all. I definitely need to read it again, but it needs to mature for a couple of years first. I also need to watch the film again.

This was November's read in Line's 1001 books reading circle.


  1. Woolfs selvmordsbrev er noe av det tristeste jeg vet, så jeg hadde ikke kommet videre i boken hvis jeg hadde lest den på en dårlig dag. Filmen er god! Og romanen yter Mrs. Dalloway rettferdighet. Ikke verst.

    1. Jeg likte denne mye bedre enn Mrs Dalloway, men så er jeg jo ikke noe fan av tankestrømmebøker. Gleder meg til å se filmen igjen.

  2. Jeg likte også denne boken, særlig det du sier om skrivemåten. Mrs Dalloway hadde jeg ikke lest på forhånd, men den står klar i bokhyllen :)

    1. Håper du får mer ut av den enn jeg fikk. Skal absolutt prøve å bli venn med Virginia, men tror jeg trenger noen flere år på baken først.


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