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S'està carregant… The Voyage Out (1915 original; edició 2003)de Virginia Woolf (Autor)
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  ) RatGrrrl | Dec 20, 2023 |   ) therebelprince | Oct 24, 2023 | (Keats) The Voyage Out or living beyond things Describing things or just looking at things… … thus when you describe things they change … things are immortal but you can change them … and things are changing you. Earth, Sky, Mortals, Divine (Heidegger): things belong to the earth, to the sky… things are mortals and divine. All lovely tales that we have heard or read (Keats) that we are not really at home in our interpreted world (Rilke) daß wir nicht sehr verläßlich zu Haus sind in der gedeuteten Welt. quanto poco sa per noi di focolare il mondo interpretato That we are not really at hearth in our interpreted world daß wir nicht sehr verläßlich zu Heim sind in der gedeuteten Welt “Jane Austen? I don’t like Jane Austen,” said Rachel. “You monster!” Clarissa exclaimed. “I can only just forgive you. Tell me why?” “She’s so-so-well, so like a tight plait,” Rachel floudered. (89) D’you know, Miss Vinrace, you’ve made me think? How little, after all, one can tell anybody about one’s life! Here I sit; there you sit; both, I doubt not, chock-full of the most interesting experiences, ideas, emotions; yet how communicate? I’ve told you what every second person you meet might tell you.” “I don’t think so,“ she said. “It’s the way of saying things, isn’t it, not the things?” (106) She was next overcome by the unspeakable queerness of the fact that she should be sitting in an arm-chair, in the morning, in the middle of the world. Who were the people moving in the house-moving things from one place to another? And life, what was that? It was only a light passing over the surface and vanishing, as in time she would vanish, though the furniture in the room would remain. … She was overcome with awe that things should exist at all… (204) Flowers and even pebbles in the earth had their own life and disposition, and brought back the feelings of a child to whom they were companions. Looking up, her eye was caught by the line of the mountains flying out energetically across the sky like the lash of a curling whip. She looked at the pale distant sky, and the high bare places on the mountain-tops lying exposed to the sun. When she sat down she had dropped her books on to the earth ate her feet, and now she looked down on them lying there, so square in the grass, a tall stem bending over and tickling the smooth brown cover of Gibbon, while the mottled blue Balzac lay naked in the sun. With a feeling that to open and read would certainly be a surprising experience, she turned the historian’s page and read that - ... (287) “Novels,” she repeated. “Why do you write novels? You ought to write music. Music, you see” - she shifted her eyes, and became less desirable as her brain began to work, inflicting a certain change upon her face-”music goes straight for things. It says all there is to say at once. (351) “What I want to do in writing novels is very much what you want to do when you play the piano, I expect,” he began, turning and speaking over his shoulder. “We want to find out what’s behind things, don’t we?... (357) For some time Rachel made no reply; but every sentence Helen spoke increased her bitterness. At last she broke out- “Thank God, Helen, I’m not like you! I sometimes think you don’t think or feel or care to do anything but exist! You’re like Mr Hirst. You see that things are bad, and you pride yourself on saying so. It’s what you call being honest; as a matter of fact it’s being lazy, being dull, being nothing. You don’t help; you put an end to things.” (431) After a silence she asked, looking up into the sky, “Are we on the deck of a steamer on a river in South America? Am I Rachel, are you Terence?” The great black world lay around them. (471) They stood together in front of the looking-glass, and with a brush tried to make themselves look as if they had been feeling nothing all the morning, neither pain nor happiness. But it chilled them to see themselves in the glass, for instead of being vast and indivisible they were really very small and separate, the size of the glass leaving a large space for the reflection of other things. (499) ( ) NewLibrary78 | Jul 22, 2023 |  ) Cotswoldreader | Jun 5, 2023 | ) mykl-s | Jun 4, 2023 |
 "The Voyage Out" is Virginia Woolf's first novel, published in 1915, and offers an insightful exploration into the themes of youth, love, and the journey towards self-awareness. The story follows Rachel Vinrace, a young woman who embarks on a sea voyage to South America aboard her father's ship, the Euphrosyne. Throughout the journey and her stay in a fictional South American country, Rachel is introduced to a variety of English expatriates and travelers, each contributing to her understanding of the world and herself. As Rachel navigates through the complexities of adult society, relationships, and her emerging desire for independence and identity, Woolf delves deep into the inner workings of her characters' minds, employing a psychological narrative style that would come to define her later works. The novel addresses themes such as the stifling nature of Edwardian society, the quest for personal freedom, and the complexities of love and marriage, all while showcasing Woolf's burgeoning talent for stream-of-consciousness storytelling. "The Voyage Out" is not just a tale of physical journey but also a profound exploration of the transition from adolescence into adulthood, marking the emergence of Woolf's voice as a significant literary figure in modernist literature.  The voyage out is een roman als een schip, traag en majestueus golft ze van de bladzijden. Virginia Woolfs eerste is een weldaad. Nu die roman uit 1915 eindelijk als De uitreis in vertaling is verschenen, kunnen we kort zijn over de reden waarom het zo lang duurde: stekeblinde beroepslezers ter plaatse. The New York Times kon het ook niet bekoren. In 1920 poogt de krant de vuistdikke roman samen te vatten in vier zinnen en begint daartoe als volgt: ‘Ridley Ambrose, a professor, and his wife, Helen, a woman of the smart London world, are going to the antipodes on a vessel owned by Helen’s brother-in-law, Willoughby Vinrace.’ Een zin die je een beetje doet grinniken als je het boek net hebt uitgelezen.  So the story maunders on, and the fact that it is crowded with incident, most of it futile, and that the clever talk by every one continues in a confusing cataract in every chapter, does not save it from becoming extremely tedious. Pertany a aquestes col·leccions editorialsContingut aTé l'adaptacióAbreujat aDistincionsLlistes notables
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HTML: The first novel in what would be a remarkable but tragically curtailed creative career, Virginia Woolf's The Voyage Out recounts the tale of Rachel Vinrace's literal and metaphorical journey. En route to South America on one of her father's ships, Rachel undertakes her own voyage of self-discovery as she interacts with a motley crew of passengers, through whom Woolf takes the opportunity to savagely satirize the bourgeois mores of Edwardian England. .No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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Group Read, February 2016: The Voyage Out
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