book review
The Waves
Six consciousnesses flow from childhood into death, carrying no conventional plot, only the texture of their collective interior lives rendered as rhythm and pure sensation. Woolf’s most demanding and most incandescent work. To read it as intended is to move through it slowly, aloud, until you feel yourself becoming tidal.
what it left me with
The self is not solid but a wave, composed entirely from everyone you have loved and lost. You contain them all; they endure within you.
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