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Editor’s Note: Benjamin Harvey, the author of this piece, is an associate professor of art history at Mississippi State University. He is currently editing an edition of Virginia Woolf’s essays on art criticism and visual culture.

A Room of Their Own: The Bloomsbury Artists in American Collections is the largest collection of Bloomsbury art to have been shown in the states for almost a decade.  I strongly suggest you make every effort to see it.  It will probably be more than ten years before a comparable opportunity presents itself again.  If you can’t see the show, which is now at Cornell University, but will shortly move on to other colleges, consider buying the handsome catalog, to which (full disclosure!) I contributed an essay.

Largely created by Duncan Grant, Vanessa Bell, Roger Fry and Dora Carrington, or products of the Omega Workshops, the show’s works provide a vivid sense of the kind of art Woolf surrounded herself with, supported financially, and occasionally wrote about.   Though portraits of Woolf are included, most strikingly one by her sister, now in Smith College, these are not the only objects connected to her.

At Cornell (but not, alas, other locations) it’s a delight to find a writing desk she owned.  Around 1929, Quentin Bell decorated the desk, painting a female figure on its work surface.  There she reclines, wearing sandals and a leafy crown: trumpet in one hand, quill in the other.  Was, one wonders, Woolf’s nephew alluding to the recently published Orlando and the mock pageantry of its famous transformation scene?

Woolf’s books, the product of her desk, suit a gallery space almost as much as a study.  Vanessa Bell dust jackets and woodcuts are included in the show but, more interestingly, so is a selection of seldom seen preparatory works.  Providing insights into how Bell arrived at her final designs, we see studies for Flush’s illustrations and for the covers of A Room of One’s Own, Mrs Dalloway, and The Common Reader.

The exhibition also includes works that relate to Woolf’s broader interests and imagery.  With its array of eclectic objects, Roger Fry’s still life of Paper Flowers on a Mantelpiece (1919) speaks of the impulse to collect, display, and share objects—a theme memorably explored in Woolf’s contemporaneous story “Solid Objects.”  Woolf’s main character, John, will also place his strange collectables on a mantelpiece, and vivid descriptions of objects on a mantle appear in “Blue and Green,” a short, imagistic work found in Monday or Tuesday.

Finally, another favorite Woolfian subject appears in a Grant study.  His 1933 watercolor portrait of Elizabeth Tudor was destined to end up on a plate, part of a large dinner service designed by Grant and Bell for Kenneth Clark.  The service’s coordinating concept was “famous women” and Woolf’s likeness was included in it, too.

Grant’s study indirectly reminds us that Woolf and Elizabeth can, in fact, already be found together on American soil, where they are again associated with appetite.  Both are among the guests of Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party, now permanently installed in the Brooklyn Museum of Art.  Thus long after the current show ends, Woolf will still have a place, or place setting, reserved for her in America.

Among those who plow through Virginia Woolf’s diaries and letters, it is common knowledge that she used her pen to wittily criticize  members of her set as well as other writers of her time.

She was not alone in this practice. And now a new book, edited by Gary Dexter and just out this month, documents what she and other famous writers said about each other’s work.

Poison Pens, Literary Invective from Amis to Zola  is the book, and it is garnering positive reviews.

Woolf’s words about D.H.  Lawrence are one of the featured criticisms. In the book, the following remark about Lawrence is featured: “English has one million words: Why confine yourself to six?”

Dexter is the writer of a long-running column for the Sunday Telegraph.

Amy, a blogger at On Size Fits All, e-mailed me to recommend the Stephanie Barron mystery novel just out last month titled The White Garden: A Novel of Virginia Woolf.

I have to thank her — and Google news — for the reminder. The novel had slipped from my mind after I posted about it in August. Now it’s out in print and back at the top of my must-read list.

I only found two reviews of the novel, and those were mixed.

The L.A. Times called it “intriguing” and said it “highlights not only Barron’s ability to alchemize historical fact into fiction but also her ability to present absorbing details of Sissinghurst’s gardens, history and the surrounding Kentish countryside. But reviewer Paula A. Woods also complained that the plot and characters are formulaic.

January magazine’s mini-review  says the novel is “a clever tapestry of past and present.”

I am anxious to read it and decide for myself.

Finding Woolf in Finding Myself

I just finished reading something wild and wicked, wonderful and Woolfian. Knowing that I’m always looking for fiction with Woolf references, Beth Hicks (an Australian friend and Woolfophile) told me about Toby Litt’s Finding Myself, a 2003 novel about a novelist who is writing a novel called From the Lighthouse.

Victoria plans to invite a group of acquaintances to spend a month together, all expenses paid, during which she will observe them, with their consent, and write about them. This book is her manuscript, her “docu-novel,” with handwritten comments and deletions from her editor.

She finds a house on the Suffolk coast with not just a lighthouse, but “all the atmosphere one could desire. I kept expecting Virginia Woolf herself to waft round the corner, silk gloves in hand.”

She buys copies of To the Lighthouse for everyone to read for what she envisions as “an extended discussion of Virginia’s masterpiece, all secretly examining the parallels with our own relationships.” And she will, on their last evening, serve boeuf en daube.

She notes in her diary that if it comes out right, it will be “just the best beach book in the world, ever: naughty, gossipy—with just the right ratio of tittle to tattle. Virginia Woolf’s letters are all very well, but they don’t exactly make one throb, do they?”

Woolf is Victoria’s muse and is never far from her mind. When the guests decide to go to church, she is dismayed: “We’re meant to be the Bloomsbury set—who would never have been caught engaging in Anglicanism.”

Writing her notes by hand “seems more fitting to the spirit of Virginia” when necessitated by a computer malfunction. But from the start, the experiment fails to live up to Victoria’s expectations, and a hilarious romp ensues.

Once again, an international artist has found inspiration in Virginia Woolf’s novel The Waves.

This time, an art installation in Beirut, Lebanon, does the honors.

Thierry Kuntzel’s work, which is on display at the City Center Cinema Dome on the edge of downtown, is part of the Francophone Games.

Kuntzel’s installation, which is open until Oct. 28 from 5 – 9 p.m., references Woolf’s ground-breaking novel.

“’The Waves is a homage to Virginia Woolf, her writing, her invention of time, her personality – this life always on the edge of drowning (which was her real end), between terror and ecstasy,’” are the words Kuntzel includes in the display, according to a review in The Daily Star.

Other artists who have recently drawn on Woolf’s stream-of-consciousness novel for inspiration include:

  • Choreographer Zoe Reeve, a graduate student in South Africa, who incorporated its words into her dance production, “Outside + Beside Herself,” staged in July.
  • English director Katie Mitchell’s multi-media adaptation of the novel, which premiered in the United States in New York City, Nov. 14 through Nov. 22, 2008 and garnered rave reviews.
  • Princeton, the California band who appeared at Woolf and the City in June, has written and performed a song titled “The Waves.” It’s the group’s most frequently downloaded number from its “Bloomsbury” album.