Adeline Virginia Woolf (/ˈwʊlf/; 25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941) was an English writer, regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century.
During the interwar period, Woolf was a significant figure in London literary society and a member of the Bloomsbury Group. Her most famous works include the novels Mrs Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927) and Orlando (1928), and the book-length essay A Room of One's Own (1929), with its famous dictum, "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."
Virginia Woolf was born Adeline Virginia Stephen in London in 1882 to Sir Leslie Stephen and Julia Prinsep Stephen (née Jackson).
Virginia's father, Sir Leslie Stephen (1832–1904), was a notable historian, author, critic and mountaineer. He was the editor of the Dictionary of National Biography, a work that would influence Woolf's later experimental biographies.
Virginia's mother Julia Stephen (1846–1895) was a renowned beauty, born in India to Dr. John and Maria Pattle Jackson. She was also the niece of Julia Margaret Cameron née Pattle, the famous photographer. Julia moved to England with her mother, where she served as a model for Pre-Raphaelite painters such as Edward Burne-Jones.
Virginia Woolf's house
Kew Gardens Virginia Woolf Audiobook Short Story
Chapter 40: Virginia Woolf, featuring Mary Holland
"I can't fight any longer" Louise Brealey reads Virginia Woolf’s final letter to her husband
DukeReads: Reynolds Price on Virginia Woolf's 'To The Lighthouse'
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?
Audio Book Review: To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (Author), Nicole Kidman (Narrator)
Virginia Woolf Documentary
Documentary - Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf: Biography, Quotes, Poems, A Room of One's Own, Books (1997)
Virginia Woolf as an Introvert
The Secret Life of Books - Mrs Dalloway (BBC 4)
Plot
Lives and Deaths of the Poets spoofs and parodies incidents taken from the lives of famous writers, artists, and musicians (collectively "Poets") throughout history. Comprising a series of approximately 50 comic vignettes, the movie is the fictional story of what really did not happen to these famed Poets, who have so enriched all of our lives.
Keywords: emperor-nero, independent-film, musician, nudity, parody, poet, sketch-comedy, spoof, writer
Plot
While Virginia Woolf during 20th Century was longing for solitude to write a Novel, almost a hundred years later, James Woolf reads her literature "A Room of One's Own" but hates his solitude and loneliness. "A woman must have money and room of one's own if she is to write a fiction" - Virginia Woolf. For James Woolf, his loneliness and solitude is the subject of his novel until he starts to get disturbed by his own characters. He has to figure out the way to kill his characters before they kill him.
Keywords: solitude
Someone is writing your story.
Plot
In 1951, Laura Brown, a pregnant housewife, is planning a party for her husband, but she can't stop reading the novel 'Mrs. Dalloway'. Clarissa Vaughn, a modern woman living in present times is throwing a party for her friend Richard, a famous author dying of AIDS. These two stories are simultaneously linked to the work and life of Virginia Woolf, who's writing the novel mentioned before.
Keywords: 1920s, 1940s, 1950s, angst, animal-burial, artificial-insemination, babysitter, barbiturates, based-on-book, based-on-novel
Three Different Women. Each Living a Lie.
Always
Our lives. Our story.
The time to hide is over. The time to regret is gone. The time to live is now.
Vanessa Bell: Virginia.::Virginia Woolf: Leonard thinks it's the end of civilization: People who are invited at 4 and arrive at 2:30.::Vanessa Bell: Oh God.::Virginia Woolf: Barbarians.
Leonard Woolf: If I didn't know you better I'd call this ingratitude.::Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this happen?
Virginia Woolf: I'm dying in this town.::Leonard Woolf: If you were thinking clearly, Virginia, you would recall it was London that brought you low.::Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly? If I were thinking clearly?::Leonard Woolf: We brought you to Richmond to give you peace.::Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.
Virginia Woolf: This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity. I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness. [pause] But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.
Clarissa Vaughn: All right Richard, do me one simple favor. Come. Come sit.::Richard Brown: I don't think I can make it to the party, Clarissa.::Clarissa Vaughn: You don't have to go to the party, you don't have to go to the ceremony, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can do as you like.::Richard Brown: But I still have to face the hours, don't I? I mean, the hours after the party, and the hours after that...::Clarissa Vaughn: You do have good days still. You know you do.::Richard Brown: Not really. I mean, it's kind of you to say so, but it's not really true.
Virginia Woolf: You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
Clarissa Vaughn: That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other.
Virginia Woolf: Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Clarissa Vaughn: I don't know what's happening to me. I seemed to be unraveling.
Virginia Woolf: Leonard, I believe I may have a first sentence.
Plot
In 1915, T.S. (Tom) Eliot and Vivienne Haigh-Wood elope, but her longstanding gynecological and emotional problems disrupt their planned honeymoon. Her father is angry because Tom's poetry doesn't bring in enough to live on, but her mother is happy Viv has found a tender and discreet husband.
Keywords: 1910s, 1930s, based-on-literary, based-on-play, character-name-in-title, confrontation, courtship, craziness, docudrama, dysfunctional-marriage
For better, for worse, forever.
Virginia Woolf's house
Kew Gardens Virginia Woolf Audiobook Short Story
Chapter 40: Virginia Woolf, featuring Mary Holland
"I can't fight any longer" Louise Brealey reads Virginia Woolf’s final letter to her husband
DukeReads: Reynolds Price on Virginia Woolf's 'To The Lighthouse'
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?
Audio Book Review: To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (Author), Nicole Kidman (Narrator)
Virginia Woolf Documentary
Documentary - Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf: Biography, Quotes, Poems, A Room of One's Own, Books (1997)
Virginia Woolf as an Introvert
The Secret Life of Books - Mrs Dalloway (BBC 4)
THE ADVENTURES of VIRGINIA WOOLF
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Meus livros de Virginia Woolf | Blog Livro&Caf;é
Monday or Tuesday - FULL Audio Book - by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
How Virginia Woolf and Nepal Trip Develop Writing Career
Virginia Woolf and Good Housekeeping
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Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf on Broadway
All About - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
The Recorded Voice Of Virginia Woolf
The Mind and Times of Virginia Woolf (Part 1 of 3)
The Mind and Times of Virginia Woolf (Part 3 of 3)
VIRGINIA WOOLF - ONLY RECORDING - INTERVIEW - CD - BBC
Ruth Gruber (2010): on Virginia Woolf
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Cast Interviews: Kevin Daugherty
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Steven Soderbergh & Mike Nichols Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Audio Commentary
Virginia Woolf interview *LIVE*
Interview with a Psychologist: Transgender Psychology in Virginia Woolf's Orlando
A brief interview with Allyson Stevenson - Honey - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
A brief interview with Matt Rofofsky - Nick - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
A brief interview with Victoria Steele - Martha - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Cast Interviews: Brittany Stuessy
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Cast Interviews: Alane Johnson
A brief interview with John Ade - George - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Regisseur Klaus Hemmerle (Wer hat Angst vor Virginia Woolf?) im Gespräch mit mit Stephan Baraniecki
Adriana Cârcu interview Part 6 - despre traduceri și Virginia Woolf
Ali G Show - Feminism
Behind the Scenes of Virginia Woolf's Orlando
Molly Smith interviews Edward Albee during "An Evening with Edward Albee"
I’ll tie a rope and all of you will think
I’ve hung my hopes and walked em out to sea
See there’s no case
I saved my face you can see it for yourself
Open letter to my hometown crew
I can see through you and how it works
And how it’s worse
And how it worked out
But I can read your face
It’s true
You hide behind the ones that hide for you
yet me, I’d never fall into the line you built
with ease and Stalin’s tactics
Save a place for me
You swine, you known backstabber
I don’t think that I’m a part of this machine
I don’t see the point in shaking hands with fiends
When you can take it for your…
It’s a change of pace to see my face when a race back home
When I’d lost hope
They might be sane
They might just be crazy enough to wait
But I can read your face
Its’ true
You hide behind the ones that hide for you
yet me, I’d never fall into the line you built
with ease and Stalin’s tactics
Save a place for me
You swine, you known backstabber
I don’t think that I’m a part of this machine
I don’t see the point in shaking hands with fiends
When you can take it for yourself
I’ll tie a rope
And all of you will think
I’ve hung my hopes
And walked em out to see
See there’s no case
I let the light sink inside my skin just so I can breathe again
Balancing the weight between creepy and obsessive
The world of the weight's on my back, backwards, wait
Words back me in a way, I need to be accepted
Everything is relative, the world is full of skeletons
Dancing to the rhythm to pretend that they're alive
But I don't got a bone to pick especially when they're broke and hit
The funny one, it's cumbersome to wonder why they try
A fifth in my right hand, quarters in my left
Until my half-life is a hole inside my chest
If I sit and listen with this individual diction
Is it indiscriminant or just a symptom of the sickness?
Or a metaphor of change?
To break a dollar, people write their letters for a chain
I'd rather write a chain letter, it's better for the pain
And the people in my life that always said I was insane
I'll throw a noose around the sun and be the pendulum
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'll wait until the medics come
I'll be so high and so bright that if you want me back
You'll have to sit and watch the setting sun
Bring my body to the ground
Before they catch a breath they'll be calling it profound
Martyrdom for beauty's sake, decorates the landscape
As everybody's hands shake from quality they found
This is what it's like to taste the Heavens and dismiss the grace
Another year, another fake expression in a picture frame
Another birthday wish and still it didn't change
A lap around the sun never took me to a different place
But I have to keep floating
Until I meet Virginia Woolf trapped in sheep's clothing
I could be the stones in her pockets when we walk in
To the ocean and marvel at the coast until we sink
And as her lungs filled with water
She watched the sun spill across her
Until the mud filled her armor
Sea shells spelled “Our love still will conquer”
Nope, bubbles rose to the surface
Anchored down where the stones and the dirt live
Taste the ground that she chose to submerge in
“Oh, Vir-gin-ia Woolf, don't be ner-vous”
(No) With all the medicine, your head you said has driven you to go
And follow sadness, left for dead instead I'm diggin' up your bones
They're all intact and set up when I get to give ‘em all a home
An artifact that's Heaven-sent, I get to visit on my own
I'm alone now on the go-round
That broke down slow when I pulled my soul out
For sold-out shows full of ghosts of old doubts
And profound hopes that I don't control now
I know, somebody come and set me free
From the sea of an undetected grief
Some things that you love aren't meant to be
Bleeding hearts run out of blood eventually
So we can call her my atonement
A message in a bottle that I wanted you to open
It's a poem, a sorrowful devotion
That I left for you at the bottom of the ocean
Some will strut and some will fret see this an hour on the stage others will not but they'll sweat in their hopelessness in the rage we're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page they published your diary and that's how i got to know you key to the room of your own and a mind without end here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friend so i know i'm alright my life will come my life will go still i feel it's alright I just got a letter to my soul when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue empty pages for the no longer young the apathy of time laughs in my face you say each life has its place the hatches were battened thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed battles surrounded the white flag of your youth but if you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof so you know it's alright your life will come your life will go still you'll feel it's