Woolf, Virginia - “To the lighthouse"“To the lighthouse" is a well-known novel written by the English author Virginia Woolf.
The novel is a story full of feelings and passions, a silent invitation to a journey that is consumed in the expectation of the most suffered, of the final goal. The destiny of some foresees, anticipating it, another destination, the most obvious, the most natural. Life slips through the fingers, whether they write or paint, or simply move, so that they continue to make it the art of a poet, a painter, a simple woman who, sitting next to her son, window, knit.
This life is concentrated after 10 years to the goal, now reached, which is the Lighthouse, where it shows what it is: a continuous resistance to time that flows as you slide your fingers on a canvas or a blank sheet, a challenge to accept every epilogue, a painting to finish.
From the stylistic point of view, the novel is divided into three parts: "The window", "The flow of time", "The lighthouse".
The plot concerns a trip denied, a trip set to close a range of possibilities, an unfinished imaginary, to summarize what you would like and what you have. We are inside a family, a man and a woman opposed by views, attitudes, sensibilities and yet complementary. Eight children. We are on holiday with them, close to a rock with lighthouse: the desired destination, dreamed but at the moment unreachable. We are with their guests, we catch their thoughts even if it is easy to get confused in the neuronal uncovering staged by the stream of consciousness technique. But we are mostly involved by her, the real protagonist, the family's lighthouse: Mrs Ramsey. His sudden, ineffable rat thought is lucidly created and represented in its becoming, its whirlwind envelops it, the mind upset. Returning those thoughts so intimate, so feminine, so sometimes gloomy and melancholy, is pure mastery. It's scary, even. How did Wolf represent this speed, this ineffability, this truth? Probably drawing from a reservoir of vivid sensibility, from his intellectual humus, from the incessant work of his sublime mind.