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Chargement... The Mark on the Wall [short story] (1917)par Virginia Woolf
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"The Mark on the Wall" is the first published story by Virginia Woolf. It was published in 1917 as part of the first collection of short stories written by Virginia Woolf and her husband, Leonard Woolf, called Two Stories. It was later published in New York in 1921 as part of another collection entitled Monday or Tuesday.The Mark on the Wall is written in the first person, as a "stream of consciousness" monologue. The narrator notices a mark on the wall, and muses on the workings of the mind. Themes of religion, self-reflection, nature, and uncertainty are explored. The narrator reminisces about the development of thought patterns, beginning in childhood. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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The Mark on the Wall was her first published short story and is a remarkable stream of consciousness piece that resounds with depth. As our narrator sits in her home observing a mark on her wall, she ponders the possibilities of what the mark might be and strays into thoughts about society, the place of women in it, how we deal with our own self-image, how Shakespeare was inspired to write, what the afterlife will be like…in short, any number of subjects totally unrelated to the mark. It is when the thoughts she is having stray into uncomfortable areas that she brings herself back to the mark on the wall, as if it were an important issue to discover its origin and identity.
The prose is heady and descriptive:
As we face each other in omnibuses and underground railways we are looking into the mirror; that accounts for the vagueness, the gleam of glassiness, in our eyes. And the novelists in future will realize more and more the importance of these reflections, for of course there is not one reflection but an almost infinite number; those are the depths they will explore, those the phantoms they will pursue, leaving the description of reality more and more out of their stories, taking a knowledge of it for granted, as the Greeks did and Shakespeare perhaps – but these generalizations are very worthless.
In the course of this very short story, Woolf travels in and out of some very dense and profound thought. She keeps bringing herself back to the mundane mark on her wall, but she cannot keep herself there, for her internal life is too complex and aware to be caged. It wanders of its own accord into deeper places. I think she is already developing that exploration of the roles of women in a man’s world, that need for her own space, that rejection of the feminine mystique of being satisfied with the role of wife and mother. The story seems almost seminal.
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