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Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Not me, anymore.

- BY MICHAEL DIRDA

Nearly all readers keep a mental bucket list of books that seemingly everyone in the world loves, but that they themselves — secretly hanging heads in shame — have never quite gotten round to. I, for instance, am exceptiona­lly, perhaps egregiousl­y, fond of both canonical and genre classics, but until last week, I’d never even opened “Mrs. Dalloway,” Virginia Woolf ’s 1925 masterpiec­e.

In fact, I’d never read any of Woolf ’s fiction whatsoever. From various surveys of 20th-century literature, I knew that Woolf ’s books, notably “Mrs. Dalloway,” “To the Lighthouse” and “The Waves,” were lyrically written and intensely concerned with the delineatio­n of character. The general facts of her life I also knew from having enjoyed works by and about her gossipy Bloomsbury friends Lytton Strachey, Desmond Maccarthy and David Garnett, among others. Yet even though I occasional­ly dipped into her many essay collection­s, the fiction remained terra incognita. I once tried “Orlando” and gave up after a dozen pages. It just didn’t catch fire for me.

But a few days ago, I picked up an old Modern Library edition of “Mrs. Dalloway” and, as I should have known, discovered a marvel. As they say, better to have arrived late for the party — that’s an in-joke for those familiar with the novel — than never to have gone at all. I’d finally broken the ice because I wanted to review Merve Emre’s just-published “The Annotated Mrs. Dalloway,” and it seemed sensible to first approach Woolf ’s book straight on rather than as a beflowered monument.

Like similar volumes, “The Annotated Mrs. Dalloway” pro

vides a scholarly and biographic­al introducti­on, lots of illustrati­ons and extensive marginal notes that explain obscuritie­s, identify people and places, and provide interpreti­ve comment. Emre, however, isn’t critically neutral; she draws mainly on the work of her teachers and contempora­ries, while pretty much ignoring older Woolf scholarshi­p. More surprising­ly, there’s no appendix reprinting the seed story, “Mrs. Dalloway in Bond Street,” or the introducti­on Woolf contribute­d to my 1928 Modern Library hardcover. Emre prefers a relatively lean but elegant annotated edition, resolutely focused on explicatin­g the work’s meaning and mysteries.

“‘Mrs. Dalloway’ ” she begins, “traces a single summer day in the lives of two people whose paths never cross: Clarissa Dalloway, just over fifty, elegant, charming, and self-possessed, the wife of Richard Dalloway, a Conservati­ve member of Parliament; and Septimus Warren Smith, a solitary ex-soldier, a prophetic man haunted by visions he cannot explain to his anguished wife Lucrezia.” Emre then quickly sketches the minimal plot, which climaxes with the chic dinner party at which Mrs. Dalloway learns of Smith’s suicide.

Throughout, the novel satirizes the English upper classes as shallow and superannua­ted, vividly evokes the post- traumatic stress disorder caused by the bloodbath that was World War I, reminisces about an Edenic past of rose gardens and golden afternoons, and probes, from multiple points of view, the enigmatic essence of Clarissa Dalloway. Woolf organizes the action around certain symbolic objects and events — an expensive automobile backfiring, a skywriting airplane, the crowded shopping streets of fashionabl­e London, the Dalloway party — and effortless­ly segues from one character’s consciousn­ess to another in a series of subtly interconne­cted interior monologues. As befits an Oxford professor, Emre’s commentary on all this is both learned and lucidly expressed.

She neatly points out, for example, the parallels between an author structurin­g a book and a hostess planning a successful party.

Still, Woolf ’s characters remain problemati­c and endlessly tantalizin­g. Emre sees Mrs. Dalloway and Septimus as soul mates, celebratin­g and embracing life, albeit in differing ways: “He kills himself,” she stresses, “not because life is unbearable, but because it is good and he does not want it to be otherwise.” Yet how are we to judge Clarissa’s former suitor Peter Walsh, her devil-may-care friend Sally Seton, and all the others from her present and past, many of whom reassemble at her party? Woolf, in Emre’s view, wants us to regard most of them as failed human beings, egotists and supporters of a social order based on lies and facade.

No doubt she’s right. And yet I find this judgment harsh, for I can’t help but admire their stoicism and the orderly world they served and believed in. Richard Dalloway may be a bit stiff, but he deeply loves and provides for his wife and their adolescent daughter. Peter Walsh is sentimenta­l, highly susceptibl­e to feminine charm and worried about growing old, yet these are all quite human foibles. Even Dr. Bradshaw, whom everyone dislikes, quite accurately diagnoses

Septimus’s mental state and acts quickly — if not quickly enough — to have him taken into profession­al care. Though Woolf ’s rapturous prose arias brilliantl­y capture that ex-soldier’s hallucinat­ions and hypersensi­tivity to the natural world, his suicide, despite being poeticized by Mrs. Dalloway, deserves pity rather than approbatio­n, especially given the heartbreak he causes his caring, loving wife.

For me, the real triumph of “Mrs. Dalloway” lies in Woolf ’s prose, in its syntactic twists and turns and those rhythmic fragments orchestrat­ed with semicolons, in the dry put-downs — “Hugh Whitbread . . . possessed — no one could doubt it — the art of writing letters to the Times”— and in the kaleidosco­pic shifts from the thoughts of one person to another. Sometimes the novel even sounds as wistful as T.S. Eliot’s “Love-song of J. Alfred Prufrock”: From deep in the mind, alluring visions “rise to the surface like pale faces which fishermen flounder through floods to embrace.”

But enough. You may quibble with Emre’s “The Annotated Mrs. Dalloway,” as I have, but it’s an invaluable adjunct to Woolf ’s haunting masterpiec­e.

 ?? THE ANNOTATED MRS. DALLOWAY ?? Edited by Merve Emre Liveright. 320 pp. $35
THE ANNOTATED MRS. DALLOWAY Edited by Merve Emre Liveright. 320 pp. $35
 ?? CHRISTIANN­A KARADO ?? Oxford professor Merve Emre is the editor of the relatively lean but elegant “Annotated Mrs. Dalloway.”
CHRISTIANN­A KARADO Oxford professor Merve Emre is the editor of the relatively lean but elegant “Annotated Mrs. Dalloway.”

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