At this point in my life I have yet to find another author that inspires such awe as Virginia Woolf. In trying to find the words to define the exceptional writing skills of this woman, I am at a loss. I have no words that can convey the impact that her writing has made, on myself and numerous others.
Woolf has the ability, with the use of mere words, to lift the human spirit, to cause one to feel pain or to enable you to feel empathy for someone; a character that may not even exist, though her writing can make you think they do. Unlike myself with my somewhat limited vocabulary Ms.Woolf uses a whole gamut of words to bring about all that she is trying to convey to the reader.
In her writing it is as if she is trying to define a beautiful landscape to a person who was born without sight, which is very different than explaining it to a seeing person. For the person with sight already knows what a raging ocean or a garden in spring looks like, as they have seen it for themselves. But a person born blind could not ever know what these things look like. How would you describe a raging ocean to this person. How would you define the ocean, or the sand, the blinding rays of sunlight, or a winters night?
Virginia Woolf has this ability, and it is a pure joy to be invited into her world with her myriad of varied characters and vivid scenes, weaving lives with such intensity, such strength, not denying the at times, harsh realities of life.
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