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Remembering Virginia Woolf 81 years after her death

Posted in in memoriam, Virginia Woolf, tagged , , on Monday 28 March 2022| 1 Comment »

Bridge over the River Ouse in Sussex

Every year on this day I post something to commemorate the death of Virginia Woolf, the sad event that took place 81 years ago, on March 28, 1941, when she walked across the Sussex Downs into the River Ouse.

Past tributes have ranged from the detailed to the simple.

Today, I share New York Times coverage of her disappearance, as well as the discovery of her body. Both are from the archives.

  • “OBITUARY: Virginia Woolf Believed Dead, Special Cable to The New York Times, April 3, 1941
  • “Mrs. Woolf’s Body Found: Verdict of Suicide Is Returned in Drowning of Novelist,” The Associated Press, April 19, 1941

You can also read more NYT articles about Woolf — ranging from her influence on fashion to her times in Cornwall.

Virginia Woolf’s walking stick in the Berg Collection of the New York Public Library

 

 

 

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Virginia Woolf and the meaning of life

Posted in in memoriam, Virginia Woolf, tagged , , on Thursday 28 March 2019| 2 Comments »

Today, on the 78th anniversary of Virginia Woolf’s death, we are sharing two things: a Facebook post from Emmaa Woolf, great-niece of the acclaimed author, and a blog post from Peter Fullagar, author of Virginia Woolf in Richmond.


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In memoriam to Virginia Woolf 77 years later

Posted in in memoriam, Virginia Woolf, tagged , , on Wednesday 28 March 2018| Leave a Comment »

Virginia Woolf walked into the River Ouse 77 years ago today. We will always remember.

The note left for Leonard

Text of the note

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Audio of the note

Past tributes

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Remembering Virginia Woolf by advocating for girls

Posted in in memoriam, tagged , , on Tuesday 28 March 2017| Leave a Comment »

How should we remember Virginia Woolf on the 76th anniversary of her death?

Last year, I published a post that collected pertinent comments and social media posts. This year, I am marking it by advocating for better stories for girls, particularly those about Rebel Girls.

After all, the author of A Room of One’s Own (1929) and Three Guineas (1938) is an icon for Rebel Girls everywhere.

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In memory of Virginia Woolf

Posted in in memoriam, Virginia Woolf, tagged , on Monday 28 March 2016| 2 Comments »

Kristin Czarnecki, president of the International Virginia Woolf Society, posted the noteV Woolf bust Monk's House below on Facebook today to commemorate the 75th anniversary of Virginia Woolf’s death.

To read more about her last note, as well as its social, literary, cultural and scientific contexts, visit this page on the Smith College website.

“On the 75th anniversary of Virginia Woolf’s death, one of my favorite passages from Mrs. Dalloway from one of the most remarkable characters ever created:

Why then rage and prophesy? Why fly scourged and outcast? Why be made to tremble and sob by the clouds? Why seek truths and deliver messages when Rezia sat sticking pins into the front of her dress, and Mrs. Peters was in Hull? Miracles, revelations, agonies, loneliness, falling through the sea, down, down into the flames, all were burnt out, for he had a sense, as he watched Rezia trimming the straw hat for Mrs. Peters, of a coverlet of flowers.

R.I.P. Virginia–and Septimus.

And on Twitter:

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