The Write Thing

I have decided to put the following motto in action: mens sana in corpore sano. Not sure if I can make it through to the end though, but have resumed spinning lessons after a while. I’m pretty happy about it in all. Yesterday evening I did another class, and took one of the books I’m reading at the moment with me. I normally do that while I wait for the instructor to arrive and as I get in line to make sure I can climb on a bike and actually do the class. Classes tend to be pretty crowded now that many people have returned from holidays, so you have to be prepared. All this introduction is in fact to speak about my readings right now, particularly a book about Virginia Woolf (are you surprised?). It is called Virginia Woolf, An Inner Life and was written by Julia Briggs.

The book is very revealing both of Woolf’s writing process (something that biographies, essays and other Virginiabilia have covered extensively) and also of the life surrounding her. I have only started my reading, but I have enjoyed the story behind The Voyage Out immensely, and now I am rediscovering Night and Day in a new light. I have long suspected that the universe connects to us through what we love. Personally I have that feeling with books. When I come across a book I can’t help buying, I feel as if life has taken me there by some crazy erratic action. It did with Briggs’ book. I was walking along the streets of Rome and I entered the Feltrinelli International bookstore. There the book was, waiting for a new reader to take a peek at Woolf’s through other eyes.