The Hours- Michael Cunningham (1999)
Short and Sweet Synopsis:
This entire novel takes place in one day and follows the lives of three women: Virginia Woolf (1920’s), Clarissa Vaughn (late 20th Century), and Laura Brown (1940’s). Virginia Woolf (the only non-fictional character) is focused on writing her novel Mrs. Dalloway while she tries to shut out her husband and house servants that treat her like she is insane. Clarissa Vaughn is an editor living in New York that is throwing a party for her friend that is dying of AIDS. Laura Brown is a wife and mother, helping her son make a birthday cake for her husband, and resenting her picture-perfect life. This story follows these women through one day in their lives, eventually revealing how all three are connected.
Humble Review:
The stories and events were not exactly captivating, but I sort of felt like that was the point. I think the beatuy is in the simplicity. Considering this story only let me see one day of their lives, I was surprised at how much depth there really was. I was also surprised that a male author could so accurately and uniquely depict the innermost thoughts and feelings of a woman– let alone, three women. Although I don’t consider this a great read, I did love this book for its original discussion of gender roles. It was also the first book I read that included so many unorthodox subjects like suicide, homosexuality, and women that didn’t follow “the rules” that dictate what a woman is– gasp!
Cut-Throat Rating:
B I read this my freshman year of college, when my reading bank hadn’t much exceeded young adult fiction. I remember feeling slightly uncomfortable as I read it, which I think is always a good way to stretch your mind! I would recommend this to all women.
Your turn:
What do you think? I found a discussion question in my version of the novel that I find really interesting- you can answer that or simply share your own opinion. Either way, I’d love to hear it!
Virginia and Laura are both, in a sense, prisoners of their eras and societies, and both long for freedom from this imprisonment. Clarissa Vaughan, on the other hand, apparently enjoys every liberty: freedom to be a lesbian, to come and go and live as she likes. Yet she has ended up, in spite of her unusual way of life, as a fairly conventional wife and mother. What might this fact indicate about the nature of society and the restrictions it imposes? Does the author imply that character, to a certain extent, is destiny?