Re: Notes from the river bottom

Oh, lord, you read much Woolf at all and her snobbery was inescapable.
I'm thinking, in particular, of a very useful essay of hers -- "Modern
Fiction" or "On Modern Ficiton." She describes a middle class woman she
saw once on a train (if I'm remembering this right), the story she
imagines about her, the inner life she would represent -- all in a very
nice, graphic, easy to understand illustration of the difference between
19th century fiction and her own (and Joyce's and a few other writers).

Then, of course, she dispenses with the old woman because her story
would be "tedious" or, perhaps, "boring." Of course it would be,
because she's an old middle class woman. God knows the only interesting
people are in Woolf's set.

Woolf, I think, had the right to be a little bit of a snob, and beyond
that, take away the snobbery and there isn't much left. It's all part
of who she is.

Joyce, for my part, is a whole lot more interesting. I haven't read a
single Woolf character with half the life of Molly Bloom. At least not
yet. I haven't read _Orlando_ yet either, though.

Jim

Yocum Daniel GS 21 CES/CEOE wrote:

>All this huff over river gravel, if she yet lived I'm sure all this
>criticism would motivate a body to cast itself into a river or something,
>Woolf's snobbery surely must have been the heaviest weight bearing on her
>mind dragging her to the bottom like pockets full of stones. (see Kim, an
>ally can be worse than an enemy)
>
>Jim, she had Tina in mind.
>
>Daniel
>
>
>

-
* Unsubscribing? Mail majordomo@roughdraft.org with the message
* UNSUBSCRIBE BANANAFISH
Received on Tue Jul 8 09:33:13 2003