Like many recent readers of this novel I would not have cared to struggle through it without the incentive of Michael Cunningham's The Hours and/or the movie. I would rather reread The Hours than Mrs. Dalloway, it was such a torture. Fortunately it was rather short, only 200 pages. A virtue that modern writers of the school of Thomas Pynchon and James Joyce, not to mention Marcel Proust, have - sorry to say - failed to internalize. A difficult book should at least be short.
What a fascinating book. As one struggles through, one is constantly aware that this is a superior book, albeit one which is impossible to understand without such a deserving service as is offered by Sparknotes. This cleared up the novel's mysteries for my hazy mind. I still can blame the fact that English is not my native language. Therefore I bought a German translation to reread the book:
And thankfully the movie is already available on DVD:
Here is a review of the German translation shown above. Nowadays in Germany newspapers and magazines publish novels, non-fiction books and DVDs and use their print medium to advertise their production, like the respectable daily newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung:
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