A relaxed Virginia Woolf with her friend Lytton Strachey. Image via |
Things have become a bit bookish around here lately haven't they? With both children now at school and a precious few hours to myself every week I've felt the strong resurgence of my inner bibliomaniac. The poor thing really has been on her best behaviour while my focus has been elsewhere, running around after toddlers for the past several years, but now that she is back I'm finding her hard to control. Everywhere I look there are new books I want to read and old books and writers I want to reconnect with especially those whose work cannot be enjoyed in brief moments snatched from a busy household routine.
One of the writers I find myself thinking about a lot is Virginia Woolf. I have loved her work from the moment I read the opening lines of Mrs Dalloway as a young student:
'Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumelmayer's men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning - fresh as if issued to children on a beach.'
'Fresh as if issued to children on a beach', what an joyful phrase. And yet when I think of Virginia Woolf I like many other people think of her as a woman haunted. Haunted by the loss of so many loved ones and haunted by the spectre of what she described as her 'madness'. Do a basic image search under her name and you're confronted with a wall of photograph portraits showing a sensitive, pensive woman staring off into the distance but that line 'fresh as if issued to children on a beach' speaks to me of another Virginia so I was thrilled to find a number of very different images that reveal a more playful side to the Virginia Woolf.
Virginia Woolf and Clive Bell on the beach, 1909. Image via |
And what about this outrageous photograph that accompanied the recent article in The Guardian entitled 'How a bearded Virginia Woolf and her band of 'jolly savages' hoaxed the navy'
Virginia Woolf (left) with the band of 'jolly savages' behind the Dreadnought hoax of 1910. Image via |
Just the thought of Woolf laughing and carrying on like a teenager as they planned and executed this prank makes me unaccountable happy. To be reminded that Virgina Woolf - genius was also Virginia Woolf - practical joker is no small gift.