The Pulitzer Prize-winning novel becomes a motion picture starring Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore, and Nicole Kidman, directed by Stephen Daldry from a screenplay by David HareThe Hours tells the story of three women: Virginia Woolf, beginning to write Mrs. Dalloway as she recuperates in a London suburb with her husband in 1923; Clarissa Vaughan, beloved friend of an acclaimed poet dying from AIDS, who in modern-day New York is planning a party in his honor; and Laura Brown, in a 1949 Los Angeles suburb, who slowly begins to feel the constraints of a perfect family and home. By the end of the novel, these three stories intertwine in remarkable ways, and finally come together in an act of subtle and haunting grace.
Rarely have I encountered a book which I so profusely have copied quotes from that has left me feeling baffled and slightly empty at the end as THE HOURS has. Very much reminds me of REBECCA in... more
Rarely have I encountered a book which I so profusely have copied quotes from that has left me feeling baffled and slightly empty at the end as THE HOURS has. Very much reminds me of REBECCA in compositional tone.
Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this... more
Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this happen?
Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this... more
Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this happen?
Page 9- new York in it's racket and stern brown decrepitude, it's bottomless decline,always produces a few summer mornings like this; mornings invaded everywhere by an assertion of new life so... more
Page 9- new York in it's racket and stern brown decrepitude, it's bottomless decline,always produces a few summer mornings like this; mornings invaded everywhere by an assertion of new life so determined it is almost comic