This is not so much a review as a declaration of surrender. When I read in the intro that this book is comparable to James Joyce’s [b: Ulysses|338798|Ulysses|James Joyce|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1428891345s/338798.jpg|2368224] I already started looking for my white flag. Really I cannot be doing with experimental stream of consciousness prose with no dialog. I cannot even cope with absence of quotation marks. I read Mrs. Dalloway
for almost an hour and could not discern any kind of plot. The lady is wandering around London observing “the excitement of elms” (wtf?), trees waving about, grazing cows etc. By the time she starts waxing lyrical about bloody sparrows chirping in Greek words I was ready to do a runner. I did find a bit of dialogue though, it goes:“ ‘Oh look,’ she implored him. But what was there to look at? A few sheep. That was all.”
Oookay, I’m off!Note
: I don’t disrespect the book, just don’t make me read it please!
Oh and the one star in this context means “I seriously cannot read it” which is not the same as “it’s crap”.
And here's to you, Mrs. Dalloway
Jesus loves you more than you will know. Whoa Whoa Whoa.