
Love Letters Vita and Virginia
Reviews

i now only receive love letters in the style of virginia wolf, casual texting is dead to me!

** spoiler alert ** I loved reading these letters. I had always understood their love as a moment of passion, and then a fleeting, dwindling interest and an abrupt breakup. But in truth it lasted their lifetimes, and had a far deeper complexity than I had previously understood. I particularly loved reading from the letters how Leonard, Harold, Vanessa and Vita’s boys regarded their love over the years. And Harold immediately rushing to Vita in the end..!!! What a lovely man. It was easy to see why both of their marriages prevailed. I also loved how writerly and beautiful most of their letters were, but how sometimes all of their writing tricks failed them, and they just wanted to know (right that second) if the other still loved them. I really enjoyed reading about Vita’s understanding of & care for Virginia’s health. She really made sure that Virginia looked after herself well, but was never patronising, nor making light of it. And it was interesting to read about how they saw themselves as women-loving-women, and also made jokes about themselves and others in that regard. The introduction by Alison Bechdel was a wonderful surprise; very sweet and poignant. I liked how Vita’s letters were in Italic, and Virginia’s letters were in normal print. It was easy to keep track of their voices, this way. A highly recommended book!

Third book of the Whateverathon Prompt: a five-star prediction I love these witty, talented, passionate, vibrant women. I can totally see why they fell for each other.

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word. - Woolf








Highlights

I can get the sensation ‘of seeing you’ – hair, lips, colour, height, even, now and then, the eyes and hands, but I find you going off, to walk in the garden, to play tennis, to dig, to sit smoking and talking, and then I can’t invent a thing you say – This proves, what I could write reams about – how little we know anyone, only movements and gestures, nothing connected, continuous, profound. But give me a hint I implore.
Woolf's Letter to Sackville-West— September 7, 1925