2005-01-07 minor genius

I used to love the work of woolf but sadly recently i have begun to find her quite irritating. This is without doubt her best book, it is a perfect little prism-a delicacy. But sometimes it seems to me that her language has absolutely no poetic density, or she intertextualises in a rather obvious fashion which doesn't add to her style. This is a book that one can fall in love with for a while, but it becomes apparent eventually that it is insubstantial- that is compared with other modernists of the period. However, it would be a good introduction to proust to read this- someone vastly superior to woolf who also had something she lacks- a sense of humour.