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BOOK Orlando A Biography

PDF ¾ BOOK Orlando A Biography ´ DANPASHLEY é ❰BOOKS❯ ⚣ Orlando A Biography Author Virginia Woolf – Danpashley.co.uk Alternate cover to this editionAs his tale begins Orlando is a passionate young nobleman whose days are spent in rowdy revelry filled with the colourful delights of ueen Elizabeth's courAn internal one he is an impulsive poet who learns patience in matters of the heart and a woman who knows what it is to be a man Virginia Woolf's most unusual and fantastic creation Orlando is a funny exuberant tale that examines the very nature of sexualit Totally new review replacing ancient short less favourable oneOrlando or LAN do Wrap your tongue around it and whisper it There’s a luscious syrupy sensual mysterious feel Much like the eponymous heroine and the sumptuously described natural and man made world Orlando inhabitsThe name conjures cross dressing disguises in Shakespeare’s As You Like It a Marmalade Cat maybe Tilda Swinton or Legolas and for Google theme parks in Florida If you know the novel’s USP and Greek mythology you may also think of Tiresias and Ovid’s MetamorphosesImage Tilda Swinton as Orlando leaning against an oak tree the title of Orlando’s lifelong poem SourceMy first encounters with Woolf were not positive I didn’t “get” To the Lighthouse in 2008 Orlando fared a little better shortly after Last year I read Night and Day see my review HERE and gained confidence to read WoolfThe Sex Thing is not the only thingI reread Orlando because in recent years I’ve been dabbling in books that explore gender see my shelf HERE That reflects shifts in society as well as my own familyBut despite the famous and definite opening line “He for there could be no doubt about his sex” readers shouldn’t obsess about it One aspect I love about Orlando and also Jeffrey Eugenides’ Middlesex is that the switch of sex though vital is just one of many facets In Middlesex there are a dozen other types of transition listed in my review HEREOrlando’s diversity comes from genre and content It is a pre postmodern magical realist mashup that slips effortlessly between fictionalised biography with the biographer reporting their frustrations to the reader; pontifciations on high society; homage to uotes from and satire of famous writers and critics; ueer feminist tract; numerous parallels with the detailed history of Vita Sackville West's family and home Knole; the pains of love sought and lost; streams of consciousness; comical wooing; the inspiration methods and frustrations of writing especially for women; the emptiness of wealth shades of Gatsby which I reviewed HERE; sensuous descriptions of nature clothes and furnishings; and it’s all wrapped up with an almost trippy endingThe Plot“ Time passed and nothing whatever happened”This is not primarily a plot driven novel and for Orlando time is as flexible as sexgender He would go out after breakfast a man of thirty and come home to dinner a man of fifty five at least Some weeks added a century to his age others no than three seconds Orlando is a teenage nobleman in the court of Elizabeth I He communes with nature and writes prolifically He has lovers of bothambiguous sexes and adventures with Russians Turks and gypsies Decades later but only around 30 years old Orlando awakes as a woman This is barely mentioend by her or others nor the fact she lives for another 300 years without aging noticeably No explanation is sought or suggested Its relevance is limited to observing the differing constraints on women through the ages and offstage legal battles to inherit what only a man can inherit “ She need neither fight her age nor submit to it She was of it yet remained herself”Here “age” refers to historical period rather than number of birthdaysIf it’s not about Orlando’s sex or the plot what IS it about?Orlando’s core character and interests are consistent nature literature and later a uest for “life and a lover” In terms of sex Orlando is the essence of fluidity embracing all aspects of both Woolf takes a binary view in herself and her lovers the differences are simultaneously profound and unremarked When Orlando first realises he is now she “she showed no surprise”“ His form combined in one the strength of a man and a woman’s grace Orlando had become a woman But in every other respect Orlando remained precisely as he had been The change of sex though it altered their future did nothing whatever to alter their identity”Image One from the series Human Metamorphosis by Taylor James SourceFor me that’s the essential message of Orlando be true to yourself regardless of externally defined labels That applies as much to the genre defying book as to Orlando the person Labels can be useful but they should only ever be descriptive not prescriptive “ Different though the sexes are they intermix In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness”Orlando changes outwardly but before and after over the centuries Orlando is always a colourful fluid mix Image A violet marbled end paper from a Folio Society book Short video of it being made here“ He had eyes like drenched violets”This book is famously a love letter to Vita but it’s suffused with violets Orlando’s eyes; flowers obviously; but also clouds of autumn; shades; shadows and unstated Trefusis Vita’s previous loveruotes“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth” “Russia where the sunsets are longer the dawns less sudden and sentences often left unfinished”“Memory is a seamstress and a capricious one at that”“Society is everything and society is nothing” Sounds like Wildeuotes about Literature• “Now all young writers were in the pay of the booksellers and poured out any trash that would sell” In the 16th17th century• “While fame impedes and constricts obscurity wraps about a man like a mist”• Material luxury evaporated like so much sea mist under the miasma So it was and Orlando would sit by himself reading a naked man• “Surely since she is a woman and a beautiful woman and a woman in the prime of life she will soon give over this pretence of writing and thinking and begin at least to think of a gamekeeper”uotes about Love• “As he looked the thickness in his blood melted; the ice turned to wine in his veins; he heard the waters flowing and birds singing” Suddenly lovestruck Then bathos he merely asks her to pass the salt• “Orlando heard far off the beating of Love’s wings The distant stir of that soft plumage roused in him a thousand memories of rushing waters of loveliness in the snow and faithlessness in the flood”• “Love has two faces; one white the other black; two bodies; one smooth the other hairy each one is the exact opposite of the other Yet so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them”• “Nothing is heavenly than to resist and to yield; to yield and to resist”• “She was married true; but if one's husband was always sailing round Cape Horn was it marriage? If one liked him was it marriage? If one liked other people was it marriage? And finally if one still wished than anything in the whole world to write poetry was it marriage?”• “But love as the male novelists define it and who after all speak with greater authority? has nothing whatever to do with kindness fidelity generosity or poetry Love is slipping off one's petticoat and But we all know what love is”uotes about WeatherSeasonsSignificant changes are marked by dramatic weather• “Everything was different The weather itself of another temper altogether The brilliant amorous day was divided as sheerly from the night as land from water Sunsets were redder and intense; dawns were whiter and auroral Of our crepuscular half lights lingering twilights they knew nothing The rain fell vehemently or not at all”• “The euable but confused light of a summer’s morning in which everything is seen but nothing is seen distinctly”• “The sun was so girt about with clouds and the air was so saturated with water that its beams were discolored and purples oranges and reds of a dull sort took the place of the positive landscapes Under this bruised and sullen canopy the green of the cabbages was less intense and the white of the snow was muddied”uotes about Clothes• “She fell to thinking what an odd pass we have come to when all a woman’s beauty has to be kept covered lest a sailor may fall from a mast head” Relevant today for debates about buras victim blaming and rape culture• “Clothes change our view of the world and the world’s view of us” • “It is clothes that wear us and not we them”• “Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath” The very definition of a sacrament

Virginia Woolf Æ Orlando A Biography EBOOK

Alternate cover to this editionAs his tale begins Orlando is a passionate young nobleman whose days are spent in rowdy revelry filled with the colourful delights of ueen Elizabeth's court By the close he will have transformed into a modern thirty six year ol My mom made me clean my room this weekend No not a teenage pain in the ass cleaning of the room this was THE cleaning of the room As in it was finally time to take apart the room I’d had in that house since we moved there somewhere around my thirteenth birthday Look you guys I get it I’m twenty four That’s another one of those Facts of Life that just happens to you and most people would say I was far past time for this And you know what? I was doing okay with it It went slowly but it wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be I went through old clothes trophies from various sporting events yeah I spent sometime laughing about the fact that I used to do sports too old pictures of friends and even boyfriends and the major breakdown I was waiting for happily stayed away Yessir I was a okayThen I got to The Wall It was the last thing to be done and I just couldn’t bring myself to do than look at it and then utterly lose my shit Why that when nothing else managed to get to me? Well here’s why I started building that wall when I was thirteen years old It’s full of every person I was thought I was or hoped that I would become It started on the back of the door which was plastered all over with uotes in ridiculous fonts from my favorite books I can tell you the exactly the path I followed putting things up on that door by where the uotes are from and three pages of plastered uotes describing my personality at sixteen that a friend gave me for Christmas There’s the label from my junior year birthday present from my friends that says “The flamboyant actress’ box of stuff” which is right next to two posters of illustrated Shakespearean uotes I got in Stratford and over Glinda the Good Witch sitting on top of the lightswitch saying “You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas” I didn’t put that there and to this day I have no idea who did This gives way to black and white posters showing scenes of Paris cutouts from about a bazillion travel magazines pictures I took in Ireland and England including a prominently placed one on top of Glastonbury Tor a speculative geneology chart out of the Arthurian legends a painting by Magritte a huge section of black and white glamour shots of old Hollywood stars Grace Kelly Elizabeth Taylor Errol Flynn a photo of Bogey looking down a totally unaware Marilyn Monroe’s dress a drunk Orson Welles bombasting to Tony Curtis my headshots and professional photos from the various productions I was in cast photos and a picture of the voice teacher who was my second mother for many yearsIn other words it’s the most fucking ridiculous part of the room You’d think I’d be glad to get rid of the the embarrassing evidence of my bad taste failed dreams and terrible role models And yet that part was the only thing I gave a shit about I really felt like crap about it until I read Orlando and saw this “For she had a great variety of selves to call upon far than we have been able to find room for since a biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves whereas a person may have many thousandand these selves of which we are built up one on top of the other as plates are piled on a waiter’s hand have attachments elsewhere sympathies little constitutions and rights of their own so that one will only come if it is raining another in a room with green cutrains another when Mrs Jones is not there and some are too wildly ridiculous to be mentioned in print at all”and this “naturehas further complicated her task and added to our confusion by providing a perfect rag bag of odds and ends within us a piece of a policeman’s trousers lying cheek by jowl with ueen Alexandra’s wedding veilInstead of being a single downright bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings a rising and falling of lights”I wrote in an earlier Vita review about my envy of coherence and life stories that make sense and how frustrated I was that I couldn’t make my own follow a similar pattern Woolf understands this frustration “a single downright piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed” and tells me why it isn’t ever going to happen the thousands of selves and ueen Alexandra’s wedding veil and the policeman’s trousers what sort of goddess thinks of that? and then gift of all gifts she seems both to understand it and even sympathize with it in her way And this isn’t some poet off the street we’re talking about this is Virginia Woolf She’s okay with inconsistencies? Someone that smart is fascinated with absurdities flights of fancy illogical trains of thought even slowness in someone that she loves this deeply? She’s willing to write 300 pages celebrating it even?Screw bodice rippers that thought is the best porn that literary devising could give me She gave me back Glinda and Bogey and made me feel proud to take them Orlando is many things but it is above all a story that tries to make a dozen fantasies seem possible or even the inevitable result of a life that is lived with all those thousand selves really getting in their say While Woolf’s tone in this book is often light mocking wry or even cutting I don’t think that this detracted from the sublime uality of the story that she’s telling If anything her wry asides made the telling of Orlando that much meaningful By engaging with prosaic reality every so often reminding us about the Nick Greenes of the world the merchants the couples walking two by Victorian two she shows us why Orlando should be celebrated if only for making it through the day never mind the years on top of years intact There’s nobody like Virginia Woolf for getting the most out of the heroic efforts of every last moment and just why it tortures us so much “The present participle is the Devil” she says here and speaks lovingly of the past and future that shield us from the terrifying fact that we are here and now and we’re supposed to be someone doing somethingTime is the enabler of the novel the vehicle through which all this exploration takes place the administrative assistant that dispenses elfish magic when needed and sends out stern reminders of the rules when they are being ignored but it’s one of Time’s children that’s both the demon and the anti hero of the whole thing Memory Memory is the both the cocoon that protects Orlando from the ravages of ‘growing up’ too much and the beast that tries to tear her fragile defenses into shreds the second he isn’t looking don’t get me for pronoun confusion I know what I did there It’s a dangerous drug to pull out regularly Because no actually you can’t stop whenever you want to “ it has contrived that the whole assortment shall be stitched together by a single thread Memory is the seamstress and a capricious one at that Memory runs her needle in and out up and down hither and thither We know not what comes next or what follows after Thus the most ordinary movment in the world such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one may agitate a thousand odd disconnected fragments now bright now dim hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind”And no there’s no way of safely taking it either “Every single thing once he tried to dislodge it from its place in his mind he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump of glass which after a year at the bottom of the sea is grown about with bones and dragon flies and coins and the tresses of drowned women”There was a period in my life after a particularly traumatic experience that I would stop in the street sometimes muttering “Shut up shut up shut up” My terrible therapist called me “weird” my mother decided I was talking to her my friends made a nervous joke out of it But Woolf understands the freakish intersection of memory and the present moment your body is in It’s guerilla warfare out there the even scarier modern kind where there are even less decent barriers as to when and where it is okay for the enemy to try and fuck you up It’s not just running into an old friend hearing a song with certain associations that’ll do it And don’t think you can go searching the banks for something useful to you without paying compounded interest there’s no such thing as a free lunch especially not in the Memory banks One memory is part of another memory and unless you are far better at compartmentalizing than me even reaching for a good memory is going to involve pushing through the muck to get to it It’s sad to think that Woolf probably understood this due to her own troubles with the state of her sanity She uses words like “assault” when talking about time imagery of rushing waves when showing Orlando’s memories intruding upon her again and again you don’t do that unless you know what the hell you’re talking about I can see why she went on to write a book called The Waves right after thisIt’s actually a pretty funny book though I feel like I’m giving you the wrong idea of it It’s lighthearted most of the time there are excellent jokes in the style of Wodehouse in an archly amused tone that I just loved It comments on gender women in society the industry of writing writers themselves historians the Victorian age Romantic sensibilities and does it in a style that’s the most accessible I’ve ever seen her write She openly invites you to be in on the joke and comment all you like as the Vanity Fair passes you by I felt uite worldly observing things from her perch It feels like her contribution to all the genres of literature that happened to be popular at the time making use of all of them getting trapped by the conventions of none Parts of it just happened to give me some words I’ve been desperately searching for so I did the fall on my knees and worship thing instead of attending the tea party afterwards But don’t worry she still found time to help Bertie Wooster out of his latest engagement

BOOK Ë Orlando A Biography Æ Virginia Woolf

Orlando A BiographyD woman and three centuries will have passed Orlando will witness the making of history from its edge dressing in the flamboyant fashions of each day following passing customs and socialising with celebrated artists and writers Orlando's journey will also be 675 Orlando Orlando A Biography Virginia WoolfOrlando A Biography is a novel by Virginia Woolf first published on 11 October 1928 A high spirited romp inspired by the tumultuous family history of Woolf's lover and close friend the aristocratic poet and novelist Vita Sackville West it is arguably one of Woolf's most popular novels a history of English literature in satiric form The book describes the adventures of a poet who changes sex from man to woman and lives for centuries meeting the key figures of English literary history Considered a feminist classic the book has been written about extensively by scholars of women's writing and gender and transgender studiesتاریخ نخستین خوانش روز دوازدهم ماه می سال 2009 میلادیعنوان ارلاندو حقیقت چهار قرن زندگی اثری ادبی عرفانی انتقادی؛ نویسنده ویرجینیا وولف؛ مترجم محمد نادری؛ تهران، امیرکبیر، 1370، در 279 ص، چاپ بعدی 1381؛ چاپ چهارم 1388؛ شابک 9789640007709؛ چاپ دیگر 1395؛ در 343 ص؛ شابک 9789640018897؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان انگلیسی سده 20 معنوان ارلاندو؛ نویسنده ویرجینیا وولف؛ مترجم فریده مهدوی دامغانی؛ تهران، تیر، 1379؛ در 250 ص؛ شابک 9646581382؛ عنوان ارلاندو؛ نویسنده ویرجینیا وولف؛ مترجم فرزانه قوجلو؛ تهران، نشر قطره، 1386؛ در 310 ص؛ چاپ دوم 1388؛ چاپ سوم 1395؛ شابک 9789643416782؛بیهوده است که بخواهم داستان «ارلاندو» را تعریف کنم، در این رمان داستانی به داستان دیگر میآمیزد گویی در هزارتویی از قصه، گرفتار آمده باشیم، شخصیت اصلی، در زمان «ملکه الیزابت» به دنیا میآید، هرگز نمیمیرد، بلکه در هر دوره، و در هر سده، پوست عوض میکند کس دیگر میشود، تا به عصر خوانشگر برسد رمان، دگرگونی در هر لحظه زیستن را، به نمایش میگذارد، ارلاندو، دم به دم، چهره دیگر میکند، زمانی مرد است، و سفیر، گاه دیگر زن است، و همراه کولیان، گوسفند میچراند، زمانی لرد است، و سرای او محفل بزرگان، و دولتمردان، و زمانی دیگر شاعر و گوشه نشین است اما آنچه او همیشه میجوید زندگی است، و همیشه شیفته ی نوشتن است، در اوج ناامیدی، و در قله های شادی، همچنان مینویسد ا شربیانی