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In June, the Book Review Book Club will read and discuss “Mrs. Dalloway,” Virginia Woolf’s classic novel about one day in the life of an London woman in 1923. By MJ Franklin MJ Franklin is an editor ...

Mrs. Dalloway, published May 14, 1925, is Virginia Woolf’s modernist masterpiece. The novel follows socialite Clarissa ...

What could seem further from our polarized, diverse world and abbreviated social-media discourse than Virginia Woolf’s 1925 stream-of-consciousness novel Mrs. Dalloway with its, aristocratic title ...

The novel’s centennial has occasioned a flurry of events and new editions, but not as much consideration of what I would argue is the most enduring and personal theme of the work: It is a masterpiece ...

Virginia Woolf didn’t realize when she began to publish her own work more than 100-years ago that she would birth a cottage industry that would put all her writing – letters and diaries as well as ...

Our critic A.O. Scott takes apart a scene from “Mrs. Dalloway,” Virginia Woolf’s 1925 masterpiece, and shows why the book is a must-read now. By A.O. Scott Illustrations by Alexis Jamet It’s London, ...

University of Tasmania provides funding as a member of The Conversation AU. I’m at the park with my daughter, who is jumping in and out of puddles, splashing, shrieking at me (Mum! Look what I can do!

Before working on “The Annotated Mrs. Dalloway” (Liveright), Merve Emre didn’t consider herself a Virginia Woolf devotee. “I teach her novels in my 20th-century literature class,” she said. “But if I ...

In the introduction to “The Annotated Mrs. Dalloway,” Merve Emre describes Virginia Woolf as the hostess of her 1925 modernist classic: flitting from room to room, introducing us to each of her ...

I read “Mrs. Dalloway” for the first time when I was ten or eleven, too young to make much sense of it. It was summer. I was away from home, though I cannot recall where or why exactly—only that the ...