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Free read Orlando A Biography ☆ eBook, ePUB or Kindle PDF í [Reading] ➿ Orlando A Biography ➶ Virginia Woolf – WITH INTRODUCTIONS BY PETER ACKROYD AND MARGARET REYNOLDSAs his tale begins Orlando is a passionate young nobleman whose days are spent in rowdy revelry filled with the colourfRtThe Vintage Orlando A Kindle Classics Virginia Woolf series has been curated by Jeanette Winterson and Margaret Reynolds and the texts used are based on the original Hogarth Press editions published by Leonard and Virginia WoolfAlternate cover available her. Fun vibrant modern and rich with live Green in nature is one thing green in literature another Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to piecesGeneralThe sheer fun and vibrancy that Virginia Woolf brings in this book is tremendousI can only compare it to the typical English humor found while reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy the first few whimsical pages of The Once and Future King while the lyrical nature of the work made me think of Jeanette Winterson Finally Girl Woman Other popped up in my mind while reading this classic due to the same approach of large strides through time caught in flowing proseOrlando compelled me to read on through lush and flowy sentences putting thoughts of disbelief and historical accuracy far behind me Nowhere did the book feel like an almost 100 year old piece The Elizabethan age reimaginedThe omniscient narrator that I take to be Woolf spices up the book The first chapter starts off with how Orlando gets in ueen Elizabeth her favor has him overlooking around 30 counties very Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus like in my mind and the armada from his house We also have a hilarious story on how an almshouse was only founded to appease the guilty conscience of a Duke accidently glancing Orlando and a conuest During the little ice age with the Thames frozen over we meet Russian beauty Marusha Stanislovska Dagmar Natasja Iliana Romanovitsj aka Sasja with a delightfully build up romantic inner monologue ending with the majestic first words “Could you please pass me the salt” And then we have scandal materializing when Orlando tries to get rid of the engagement with Lady Margaret O’Brien O’Dare O’Reilly Tyrconnell aka Euphrosyne We have beautiful iceskating scenes in the cold where Woolf asserts that birds dropped frozen from the sky people just crumbled from a gale of icy wind and everyday was a feast held outside on the frozen river in front of the palaceIt’s like a medieval knights tale Lazarillo De Tormes medieval work or Candide but than successful in satirizing the day and age in a mischievous tongue in the cheek mannerThe continuation of the narrative Instead 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 lightsChapter two starts of with our main character sleeping for an unexplained mysterious “religion founding” mysterious full seven days After this Orlando is kind of regenerated in a Doctor Who style and our narrator moves on with the tale since no answer on his strange condition is forthcoming in half an hour’s time En passant we learn his house is like that in the Adam’s family leading people to their untimely deaths with the staff occasionally finding twisted remains and bones during cleaning Our main character falls victim to two plagues reading and writing For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the uill The wretch takes to writingWe have a poetcritic who embodies a yearning for citylife that made me think of how Woolf herself was portrayed in The Hours But in the end Orlando turns away from fame and thinking of critiue decides to write just for pleasure and use anonymity to leave a mark on the world Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch then to burn like a meteor and leave no dustHe then goes about homedecorating in the most extravagant way until a the ugly head of love aka Romanian archduchess Harriet Griselda of Finster Aarhorn and Scand upon Tree turns upIn chapter three Orlando flees to Constantinople as ambassador for Charles the second and gives the greatest party ever I just saw The Great Gatsby pool scenes during this segment before collapsing to another 7 days of sleep and now a sex change Contrary to what might be expected Orlando’s womanhood brings him much joy ending with a simple life in Thessaly as a gypsyBut in the end an old passion stirs No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high and she returns to EnglandLife as a womanChapter four has Orlando getting to know her femininity and all the restrictions flowing from that moniker from no longer showing her beautiful legs to being legally dead and a woman which is basically the same thing as Woolf wryly notes The archduchess Harriet returns and turns out to be a man archduke Harry and Orlando can get rid of him not by sword or female wit but by cheating and a toad conveniently carried around the whole day In London she discovers that a lady can’t go to the Mall without being suashed by the common people given an emerald brooch and getting a marriage proposal And she discovers the high society At one and the same time therefore society is everything and society is nothing Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever meets famous poets and writers who all in the end dissapointMore and she switches between gender expression and male and female lovers as the nineteenth century startsHowever chapter 5 has the winds of Victorian time sweeping into the life of Orlando and nature taking a prominent role Her great poem The Oak ends up being published without much intrinsic satisfaction for her but to great critical acclaimSocietally speaking marriage becomes important; Orlando finds on the moors a fitting companion who uickly notes she is a man at heart and of which she thinks he’s just like a woman This Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine leaves for South Africa at the end of the sectionChapter six has Orlando alone or with child that's not really clear to me crashing into the twentieth century The great war is left in lieu for reflections on Orlando getting to the mature age of 36 Everything from this new age reminds her to earlier experiences and brings her memories This leads her to think I’m sick to death of this particular selfBut she does like the vibrancy and speed of modern city life while the love for the nature of England also persistently shines through She remembers her husband and her history while we end the book at midnight Thursday 11 October 1928I feel Woolf covers so much topics and reflections on human experience in this book But above all I found it a very modern uniue and fun work something not many classics can say5 starsInitial responseLoved it even worked from home this morning just to have some time to finish this book in lieu of travel time Full review to come

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Dern thirty six year old woman and three centuries will have passed Orlando will not only witness the making of history from its edge but will find that his uniue position as a woman who knows what it is to be a man will give him insight into matters of the hea. My second reading of Orlando bore out my overriding impression the first time I read it – that this is a brilliant comic performance until Woolf before finishing runs out of steam Towards the end it becomes apparent she’s no longer in the same spirit with which she began the book What begins as pure parody ends up a serious attempt to understand her subject The delicious light skip of her lyrical irony no longer seems at the beck and call of her wit towards the end You can sense even see that she’s already beginning to formulate both A Room of one’s Own and The Waves Her lightly handled mischievous mockery of the conventional historian and biographer is replaced by a heavy handed feminist polemic and awkward overly lyrical philosophical musings on the nature of fame and multiple incarnations of self She’s lost the original spirit It’s as if a children’s play about pirates and mermaids ends with a religious sermon As Shakespeare demonstrated if you start off silly you should probably end silly Imagine if at the end of As You Like It all the characters held forth on the psychological and philosophical connotations of why they changed sex during the play Basically Virginia tries to force a resolution on this novel that is completely at odds with its spirit And for that reason all the tension goes out of it in the last fifty pages The first half of Orlando pastiches the traditional historianbiographer as mischievously and hilariously as Nabokov’s brilliant Pale Fire pastiches establishment’s literary critic It’s the work of a writer inspired on a roll and thank heavens we have this evidence of Woolf’s comic genius Anyone who thinks of Woolf as a rather pretentious humourless prig clearly hasn’t read Orlando Of all her books it’s the one which most gives you an idea of what she was like at a dinner table Thus ironically the most biographical in terms of giving us some essence of the social Virginia – offhand witty versatile self deprecating a show off intellectual silly indignant giggling Orlando is like a guided tour through VW’s likes and dislikes We learn what pleases her and what angers her and of course she writes beautifully of her love of England its countryside its history and its capital There’s also a sense that she’s sometimes showing off with certain friends in mind – you realise while reading this book that there’s a subtle but hugely significant difference between genius in full stride and showing off even though genius in full stride can seem like showing off it never uite does You don’t see the performance Here you sometimes can see the performance You can see the anatomy of the dance steps rather than one continuous fluid motion So who was she showing off to I don’t think it was Vita at all It might have started as a bit of fun with Vita in mind but to my mind it’s Lytton Strachey she’s often thinking about while writing this He was the writer who sought to revolutionise biography as a form and probably the male intellect among her brother’s formally educated friends she was most intimidated by It’s like she’s now found the confidence to feel herself his eual which she didn’t feel as a young woman While he was receiving his Cambridge education she was compelled to read many of the countless biographies in her father’s library No wonder she hates conventional biography so much Orlando was her revenge on all those dull male minds who believed identity was constructed from dates battles rank and official documents The same kind of men who believed women were better seen and not heard What does all this have to do with Vita For me far too much has been made of her relationship with Vita Nearly all my female friends have had lesbian crushes at some point in their lives It’s something we laugh about; not something that history should use to define who we are The idea that had Woolf lived in tolerant times she would have lived happily in a lesbian relationship to my mind is just daft as daft in its way as the convictions held by the historians and biographers she mocks in this bookIn relation to VW's other books I'd give this four stars but because it's clearly better than 99% of the books on Goodreads it has to get five

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Orlando A BiographyWITH INTRODUCTIONS BY PETER ACKROYD AND MARGARET REYNOLDSAs 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 mo. 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 evenScrew 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