I
didn't think anything could possibly be more confusing than Virginia Woolf's To
the Lighthouse. I was wrong. The streams of consciousness here mixed with
conversations in the present tense are really disorienting. In the
beginning of chapter 5 Rhys starts off with "Next evening we got back to
Green Street about eleven o'clock" --I had no idea who she was talking
about at first. She had left off chapter 4 with Anna talking to Maudie.
Rather than set the reader up for a piece of the story or the next plot move,
Rhys dives right into it and leaves the reader to piece it together. It feels a
bit like a cubist painting - fragmented and disorienting. What interests me
most about that though is the way it makes the character seem very real. Anna as a character is not a perfect person. She's not good, and I feel sort of sorry for her, and sort of not - she just seems real. People think she is lazy and using men, but I think she is just doing what she has to do. There is also a disorientation
to the wealth Anna seems to have come from - though Hester tells her Morgan's
Rest was a money pit, and the degraded station in life she is forced into in
England. Even though she was working- it was clear that it was work for the lowest of the low. So often it seems that novels are about young girls rising in
class not lowering in class. This novel seems to take a nose-dive into this
dark depressing poverty that goes out of control with the pregnancy and abortion and the drinking. In the last part of the novel so much of it feels like a drunken haze to me.
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