Google celebrates novelist Virginia Woolf

Woolf’s fiction showed us that a person’s inner life is as complex and strange as any plot. One of the foremost novelists of the 20th century, born in London in 1882, Woolf described in a 1921 diary entry how memories of family holidays and the surrounding landscape, especially the Godrevy Lighthouse, impacted her fiction in later years.

“Why am I so incredibly and incurably romantic about Cornwall? One’s past, I suppose; I see children running in the garden...The sound of the sea at night... almost forty years of life, all built on that, permeated by that: so much I could never explain,” Woolf wrote employing the stream of consciousness approach best explaining her technique.

Woolf was homeschooled in the English classics and Victorian literature for much of her childhood. She began writing professiolly in 1900, becoming a significant member of London’s literary society and the Bloomsbury Group, a collective of prominent contemporary intellectuals and artists.

While Woolf grew up surrounded by the London literary scene, it was her childhood memories of visiting the Cornish coast that inspired the settings of her most powerful rratives, including “To the Lighthouse” (1927) and “Mrs Dalloway” (1925).

Her literary reputation declined after the World War II, but her works attracted renewed focus thanks to the 1970s feminist movement, the Sun reported. 

Woolf’s best known nonfiction works, “A Room of One’s Own” (1929) and “Three Guineas” (1938), examine the challenges female writers and intellectuals faced due to the disproportiote legal and economic power held by men.

Woolf also suffered from mental illness for much of her life, and she ultimately took her own life at the age of 59. She published prolifically between the First and Second World Wars, with her fil novel “Between The Acts” issued just after her death in 1941. After producing the fil manuscript for that posthumous work, Woolf fell into a depression, her diaries of the time hinted at a growing obsession with death.

On March 28, 1941, she drowned herself in the River Ouse near her home, Monk’s House in Lewes, Sussex - her body was not found for three weeks. Her heartbreaking suicide note to her husband began: “Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time.”

Woolf’s quotes stand true most in our times. “Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.” (IANS)