Saturday 11 March 2017

A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf


Virginia Woolf is both predictable and unpredictable.  First, with any of her works she is not a writer that is easily deciphered or labelled, and conversely, one never knows when reading her works, precisely what one is going to discover.  In the short story, A Haunted House, Woolf delivers a narrative that is only 10 paragraphs long, yet manages not only to convey a story, but make it perplexingly obscure and delightfully poetic.

The story begins, "Whatever hour you woke, there was a door shutting."  A rather conventional beginning for a ghost story, but Woolf soon begins to weave other nebulous possibilities into its framework.  Two old ghosts appear to be moving through this house, searching for something.  Hundreds of years ago, the woman had died and the husband had left the house only to return to it later.  A young couple sleeps while they hunt always for the treasure that appears either to be lost or just out of their grasp. The ghosts visit the narrator and her husband sleeping in their room and appear to find the treasure in their quiet repose, in their love, and all is "Safe, Safe, Safe." ........

The Haunted House
source ArtUK

Most analyses of this short story categorize it as juxtaposition between the dead and living couple, the dead couples' loss of the "treasure" and their apparent finding of it again in the living couple, as the reader finally realizes the theme of love threaded throughout the story.  Well, yes, I'm certain that's an accurate analysis, but I had another less discernible thought flit through my mind while I was reading:  some of the descriptions and tone reminded me of an author's search for words or meaning to imbue their writing with a sense of life.  The ghostly couple could have represented the writer and the rooms of the house compartments in the mind.  Here's an example:

"..... “They’re looking for it; they’re drawing the curtain,” one might say, and so read on a page or two. “Now they’ve found it,” one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. “What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?” My hands were empty. “Perhaps it’s upstairs then?” The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass."

The allusions to reading, pencil, margin, and book, and the references to the house being empty and the doors open and the search, reminded me of a writer struggling to find the precise words to bring his/her story to vivid life, to make something living from something dead.  Am I crazy?  Perhaps, but with Woolf, the very act of writing always seems to be a part of the writing itself, so closely incorporated that it is difficult to separate the two.  In any case, it was an interesting story, as only Woolf could make a story a page long.  The complete text of the story can be found HERE.

Next week, I've drawn a short story by Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart.  I remember reading this one in elementary school and being quite scared by it.  We'll see how effective it remains from an adult reading.

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8 comments:

  1. this piece illustrates a feature of VW's writing: it's so layered; reading her is like looking down through a translucent pond and noticing weeds, wood, fish, mud, all the way down... i admire your intuition; it's illuminating... tx...

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    1. Love your description, Mudpuddle! And she does this with so few words. Amazing!

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  2. Hi Cleopatra. I must confess that I have never been motivated to read Virginia Woolf but your review intrigues me and I might give at least this story a go.

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    1. I do struggle with some of Woolf's writing. I love it but I always feel that I'm missing something. Perhaps that's a mark of a great writer. My favourite book of hers is To The Lighthouse.

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  3. You know, may be the theme of love is the "main" focus of the tale. but I loved your analogy of a writer and his/her efforts to find right words! I agree, very apt considering this is Woolf.This is something I will mull over a little more as I read the story!

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    1. I could be completely off the mark, but it was something worth considering. I have to explore around a little more and see what others have made of it.

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  4. I really think you're on to something with your idea that "the ghostly couple represents the writer and the rooms compartments in the mind." It strikes me that that HAD to have occurred to VW when she was writing. I've often thought that our minds or hearts are like a structure of some sort.

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    1. according to recent experiments, there are neural centers situated at various spots in the brain, connected by billions of fibers that constitute our sense of self... maybe; but it's not a aggregious exaggeration to regard those centers as rooms, or something similar...

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