Has any author ever used as many semi-colons as Woolf does in this book? It’s a question that plagued me as I slogged through her tedious dreck of a novel; I might have asked others questions; questions like: does she even know what a semi-colon is supposed to do? Does she? Know? What a semi-colon is supposed to do? Mostly she treats them like commas.
But wait. What about the story itself? How about that? I don’t know. I could barely keep my eyes open to figure it out. Apparently a number of wealthy, unimaginably boring British whiners are thinking things in the form of the most pretentious pseudo-prose-poetry ever written.
This is a ghastly horror of a book. Why is it famous? I don’t know. I don’t care. You’re on notice, book club, for this disaster.
Source: Goodreads. Sean.