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    The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham Read The Hours ”We throw our parties; we struggle to write books that do not change the world despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts our most extravagant hopes We live our lives do whatever we do and then we sleep it’s as simple and ordinary as that A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; die by accident; and most of us the va

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    Read The Hours Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham The film has always put me off reading the book In particular Nicole Kidman's tawdry depiction of Virginia Woolf as some kind of demented bag lady Surely the most unflattering cinematic portrait of any famous writer ever So the firs

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    Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham Read The Hours “Still she loves the world for being rude and indestructible and she knows other people must love it too poor as well as rich though no one speaks specifically of the reasons Why else do we struggle to go on living no matter how compromised n

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    The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Read The Hours I hesitated between 3 and 4 stars for this book It was beautifully written and has a somewhat unexpected and yet unsurprising ending The references to Virginia Woolf are omnipresent as she also comes to life under Cunningh

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    The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read “We want so much don’t we?”“The Hours” is one of the best books I have read this year It is astounding I was drawn in from the first page; the writing is just beautiful proseThe setup of the novel is that we drop

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    Read The Hours The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read I approached this book in completely the wrong order By that I mean I watched the movie first in the theatre when it was released in 2002 having absolutely no prior idea as to what it was about I had no clue that that it was based on a Pulitzer prize winning novel which was itself based on a novella by Virgini

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    Read The Hours Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham I don't have much to say about this The words refuse to dislodge from the cobwebs of my mind I love this book

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    The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham Considering this is a novel which begins with a suicide and continues to develop the theme this is an incredibly uplifting novel a lyrical celebration of life in the moment It begins with the last half an hour of Virginia Woolf's life and she engaged in the writing of Mrs Dalloway will be the subject of one of the novel's three narratives each of which cover a single day in the characters' lives There's Clarissa who mir

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    Read The Hours The Hours) [E–pub/Pdf] ✓ Michael Cunningham Summary ↠ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ✓ Michael Cunningham In 1941 Virginia Woolf put rocks in her coat pockets waded into a river and drowned herself That was the prologue – a disuieting start to The Hours a book I started reading with nary an inkling of its subject mat

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Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Read The Hours ¶ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook Read her precious copy of Mrs Dalloway And Clarissa Vaughan steps out of her smart Greenwich village apartment in 1990s New York to buy flowers for a party she is hosting for a dying friendThe Hours recasts. We want so much don t we The Hours is one of the best books I have read this year It is astounding I was drawn in from the first page the writing is just beautiful proseThe setup of the novel is that we drop into the lives of 3 woman Virginia Woolf while she is beginning to write her novel Mrs Dalloway in 1923 Laura Brown a housewife reading Mrs Dalloway in LA in 1949 and Clarissa a woman who seems to be a real life Mrs Dalloway in current NYC Although this premise is intriguing it pales in comparison to what the author Michael Cunningham does with it Interesting side note the ever shifting point of view in this text is not limited to these three characters We get into the heads of uite a few people in this book and Cunningham does this at times when the novel needs that shift in perspective It is a wonderful technical achievementIn one early chapter Cunningham writes about a mother s resentment and uncontrollable love for her child and it is insanely good How does a writer capture that massive and true contradiction so well and in a manner that conveys to the reader the great human truth of that momentThe closing pages of this novel are stellar writing have I mentioned how well written this text is The writing in The Hours is the kind that makes you love the fact that you are a reader and get to experience itThis uick read is worth your time It is literary fiction of the highest order but also a story with great depth and human beauty to it Really when it is all said and done this text is a celebration of life the good and ill which the final pages of the novel make abundantly clear Heaven only knows why we love it so

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Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Read The Hours ¶ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook The classic story of Woolf's Mrs Dalloway in a startling new light Moving effortlessly across the decades and between England and America this exuisite novel intertwines the worlds of three unforgettable wome. I don t have much to say about this The words refuse to dislodge from the cobwebs of my mind I love this book

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Michael Cunningham ✓ 0 Read Read The Hours ¶ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook In 1920s London Virginia Woolf is fighting against her rebellious spirit as she attempts to make a start on her new novel A young wife and mother broiling in a suburb of 1940s Los Angeles yearns to escape and. We throw our parties we struggle to write books that do not change the world despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts our most extravagant hopes We live our lives do whatever we do and then we sleep it s as simple and ordinary as that A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills die by accident and most of us the vast majority are slowly devoured by some disease or if we ve very fortunate by time itself It s about the hours right Those few precious hours over a lifetime when we feel we have a chance to do something special to prove that we can do something that will forever immortalize us as someone exceptional It was Charlotte who pressed this book upon me We were at a party conducted by a Mrs Clarissa Galloway I hear you are on a reading binge She d leaned in close as she had a tendency to do with me Her lips mere millimeters away from my ear It made me shiver somewhere in the core of meWhen I was between assignments which was all too freuent I would read book after book usually I would be in the middle of at least three at any one time I was getting about four hours of sleep a night which right now was making me a cheap drunk One martini was going to be than enough The Hours by Michael Cunningham didn t they make a film out of it with Kidman She nodded She leaned in close again I often wondered if she knew what she did to me The book won a Pulitzer Prize Catherine told me you just finished reading Mrs Dalloway This is a terrific follow up The sisters You couldn t really be involved with one without being involved with the other Catherine my girlfriend was writing a novel It was brilliant in fact but now was somewhat weighed down with its own brilliance She was happy with the beginning and the ending but the middle was not living up to the standards of the rest Charlotte designed book covers for publishing companies She had a gift for it but freuently had to endure someone further up the chain asking for modifications her masterpieces often becoming something commercially appealing and soulless When I was doing research on Virginia Woolf before reading Mrs Dalloway I couldn t help thinking of Catherine as Virginia and Charlotte as Vanessa Vanessa laughs Vanessa is firm of face her skin a brilliant scalded pink Although she is three years older she looks younger than Virginia and both of them know it If Virginia has the austere parched beauty of a Giotto fresco Vanessa is like a figure sculpted in rosy marble by a skilled but minor artist of the late Baroue She is distinctly earthly and even decorative figure all billows and scrolls As usual I wasn t really sure why I was at this party I thought with remorse of the lost pages of reading the party had already cost me I could see the books strategically scattered around the room of the flat A book by each of my favorite reading places This party was bad for me and if it was not good for me it had to be an absolute torture for Catherine I looked past Charlotte s large attentive eyes and could see that Catherine was pale Her complexion was always pale but there were various shades of pale that would tell me exactly what was going on with her She closed her eyes and took too long to open them I could tell it was time to go I leaned in and kissed Charlotte s ear raising the stakes and then muttered in the sea shell of her ear that I was going to take Catherine home Charlotte always smelled so good but I was never able to uite identify the scent something old something new Somehow it would be breaking the rules of the game to ask her I walked over to Catherine and put my arm around her and kissed her on the side of her mouth She looked at me with surprise I could see the slender flutes of her nose flutter as she took me in Could it be that she could sense her sister s scent even among the mingling fragrances of flowers that filled Mrs Galloway s party She put her slender fluted fingers on my shoulder I can feel one coming on I m here to take you home She can feel the headache creeping up the back of her neck She stiffens No it s the memory of the headache it s her fear of the headache both of them so vivid as to be at least briefly indistinguishable from the onset of the headache itself I went to see Robert the next day I d read most of The Hours last night Charlotte had been right It was the perfect followup to Mrs Dalloway Robert had been my friend almost my entire life or at least for the segment of my life that I still wished to claim He d had a good career on the stage had mother issues of course and had always been unapologetically gay The young nurse from Hospice was taking a vial of blood from him when I arrived There was something so intimate about blood letting I averted my eyes as if I d just caught her furtively giving him a hand job I m so weak This is it my friend His voice the voice that had boomed out to theaters full of people had been reduced to a whisper I patted his hand He weakly grasped it I left my fingers there surrounded by the parchment of his hand You ve rallied before I d meant to put exuberance into that sentence but somehow it all went wrong My voice cracked and tears sprang to my eyes Oh come on now Tears now You should have wept with joy when I looked like a young Marlon Brando Not now not over this decrepit body If you were a true friend you d pick me up and hurl me out that window I thought of Septimus from Mrs Dalloway and Richard from The Hours It was almost too much Don t say that My voice was still shaking I freed my hand from his grasp to wipe my eyes When I put my hand back on the bed his hand was gone Do you think six floors would be enough to kill me God what a tragedy if it only breaks my bones and leaves me somehow alive with fresh sources of pain I was thinking about it the other day I wouldn t want to fall on the concrete I want to land on a car I want to explode through the top like they show in the movies You own a car don t you Couldn t you park it beneath my window You are hurting me Robert He sighed Closing those magnificent blue eyes that had mesmerized women and men in eual numbers That is the last thing that I want to do to you my friend When I got back to the flat they must not have heard me Catherine was leaning over Charlotte Virginia leaned forward and kisses Vanessa on the mouth It is an innocent kiss innocent enough but just nowit feels like the most delicious and forbidden of pleasures Vanessa returns the kiss I wanted to wrap my arms around both of them and nudge them across the room to the bed I wondered if Leonard Woolf had ever had such desires They might have willingly went but then what By trying to hold them closer I d only lose them both I cleared my throat and hung up my jacket When I turned around they were both looking at me with clear intelligent eyes Two sisters so different but so much alike as to be indistinguishable when standing in the same space It was hard not to think about the big stone She selects one roughly the size and shape of a pig s skull The one that took her down to the depths of the river The one that would not let her escape the embrace of the water even if her natural desire for self preservation had kicked in The stone was too real to be denied Catherine had read Mrs Dalloway and was now reading The Hours She had needed a break from her own writing anyway Reading sometimes gave her a fresh source of inspiration I wasn t sure about her reading either book but both together could enhance her already acute suicidal tendencies I d seen her than once raking a butter knife across her wrists as if testing how it would feel I d had the gas oven taken out and replaced it with an electric one I read her diary She wasn t particularly careful with it She left it out all the time rarely tucking it back under the mattress on our bed I don t know if she trusted me not to read it or she being a writer always wanted an audience for her writing Everything she sees feels as if it s pinned to the day the way etherized butterflies are pinned to the board She was obviously feeling trapped Like Leonard Woolf decided to do with Virginia I arranged to take Catherine to the country for a month She was being overstimulated in the city Robert threw himself out the window He asked the nurse to open the window to give him some air The stubborn bastard crawled across the floor pulled himself up the wall and threw himself out the window Though he would have preferred a Rolls Royce he landed on a MercedesSix floors as it turned out was enough Two days after we reached the country Catherine disappeared As I walked the river along with every other able body in the county I kept thinking about a stone the size of a pig s skull If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visit also have a Facebook blogger page at

  • Paperback
  • 230
  • The Hours
  • Michael Cunningham
  • English
  • 17 May 2020
  • 9780312305062