Woolf was born in London and was educated at home. Before marriage, her name was Adeline Virginia Stephen. After her mother died in 1895, she had her first mental breakdown. Later, in her autobiography Moments of Being, she revealed that she and her sister Vanessa Bell had been sexually assaulted by their half-brothers George and Gerald Duckworth. After her father Sir Leslie Stephen died in 194, she and Vanessa moved to Bloomsbury. Later, based on them and a few friends, the broomes Berry School of Literati was founded.
She started her professional writing career in 195, first writing for The Times Literary Supplement. In 1912, she married Leonard Woolf. Her husband was a civil servant and a political theorist. Her first novel voyage was published in 1915, and her subsequent works were deeply loved by critics and readers. Most of his works are promoted by his own "Hogarth Edition".
Woolf is regarded as one of the greatest novelists in the 2th century and the pioneer of modernist literature. However, she herself does not like some modernist writers, such as Joyce. She has made many innovations in the English language, trying to write in the novel with the method of stream of consciousness, trying to describe the subconscious mind in people's hearts. Edward Morgan Volkswagen called her English "a small step forward in the bright direction". Her achievements and innovation in literature still have an impact today. Her popularity declined after World War II, but with the rise of feminism in the 197s, she became the focus of literary circles.
on March 28th, 1941, she filled her pocket with stones and threw herself into the River Ouse near her home in Rodmell. In her suicide note to her husband, she wrote: "I'm sure I'm going crazy again. We shouldn't be able to bear such terrible torture again. And I won't recover this time. I began to hear some voices and couldn't concentrate on my work, so I chose this road. You have given me the greatest possible happiness ... I can't hold on any longer. I know that I have been disturbing your life. Without me, you can concentrate on your work. "
Works
Novels
The Voyage Out) (1915)
Night and Day) (1919)
Jacob's Room) (192)
Mrs. Dalloway) (1925 Mrs.
To the Lighthouse) (1927)
Orlando (a biology) (1928)
The Waves) (1931)
The Years) (1937)
Between scenes (Bet
The Haunted House and Others (short stories)
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Essays
A Room of One's Own )(1929)
Ordinary reader I(The Common Reader)(1925).
general reader II(The Second Common Reader)(1933)
Three Guineas)(1938)
Roger Fry: a biography of Roger Fry (194).
the death of moths and other essays (1942)
The Moment and Other Essays (1948)
Moments of Being
Modern Fiction (1919)
------------------. I don't think we can go through that terrible moment again. And this time I won't recover.
I began to hear all kinds of voices, and my mind and mind couldn't concentrate. So I will take what seems to be the most appropriate action. You have given me the greatest
possible happiness. You have done everything that anyone can do in every aspect. I believe that before this terrible disease came, no two people could be as happy as us. I can't fight any longer. I know I'm ruining your life; You can work without me
. I know, that's the way it is. Look, I can't even write this note well. I can't read either. What I want to say is: I owe all the happiness in my life to you. You have been very patient with me. You are incredibly kind. I want to say this-everyone knows it. If
anyone can save me, it's only you. Now, everything has left me, and all that remains is to be sure of your kindness. I can't continue to
ruin your life. I believe that no two people are so happy as when we are together.
dimension
dear,
I feel certain, that I'm going mad again.
I think we can't go through another of these terrible times
and I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices
a nd can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that I'm spoiling your life
and without me you could work
and you will.
I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me
and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me,
but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Virignia.