Monday, October 27, 2014
The Years (A book post)
Alas, I am accepting the fact that I am unlikely to finish my 14 x 14 in 2014 challenge on time. It's a lot of books, folks!
But here's another one down: The Years by Virginia Woolf. I love the way Woolf writes, and her descriptive turn of phrase kept me going through this sprawling and disjointed look at one large extended family through forty years. Time passes without any explanation of exactly what happened in the mean time, leaving the reader piecing it together through passing remarks and a few recollections.
Along the way, the characters spend plenty of time musing and philosophizing about the meaning of life and just what they want out of it, and this adds to the plodding sense of tragedy as the years roll by and youthful possibility is replaced by elderly regrets and "what-if's".
It's not all tragedy or meaninglessness, however, as there are moments described where characters find themselves sublimely happy. Those moments are the times when the characters are alone and truly living in the moment, enjoying the world as it is now rather than looking to the future or to the past.