What
large eyes you have Virginia Woolf! And how surprising you are! You
inspire and stump my creativity; you play to me – the sole member
of the audience – and I am captive. Held by the humorous and dark
notes of your autobiographical writings, which were not prepared by
you for publication (would they have been?); by your statement that:
'I knew theoretically, from books, much more than I knew practically
from life.' You however spread your wings; I clipped mine, happier
with books than practical knowledge, and anyhow, I'm too old now to
gain by it; too disillusioned and too set in my ways. I would not
have been made for Old
Bloomsbury,
the inner or the outer circle. Miss Stephen dared to open her mouth,
to attend parties, to append herself to other artists and writers,
and become one; and then as Mrs Woolf to break further rules. The
writer emerged and confirmed in her art. A writer who when she writes
of her past – in fiction or memoir – evokes in this reader at
least her own.
Written December 2021.
See Moments
of Being by Virginia Woolf (edited by Jeanne Schulkind).
Picture credit: The Memoir Club, 1943, Vanessa Bell (source: WikiArt).