In 1923, living in the suburbs of London, the author Virginia Wolfe, who was close to a mental breakdown; in 1949, living in Los Angeles, Lola, a housewife trying to escape the dull and suffocating daily life, in 1999, the editor of the New York Press who witnessed the suicide of her close friend Clarissa, three women, three years, strung together by a book called "Mrs. Deloway", condensed into the light and shadow of "the hours", on a certain day in June 2003 In the morning, in a small room in a seaside city, with the soft sound of the DVD player closing, it came into my eyes.
Mrs Dellovey is a novel by Virginia Wolfe. Wolfe's name was known more than ten years ago in a Western literature class at the university. The teacher told us that she was a representative of stream of consciousness. Later, in literary publications, perhaps "Yilin" or "Yiwen", I saw her writings "The Waves", "To the Lighthouse", "A Room for One", and they were all translated, without confidence. read it. Hou preferred the plot and story at that time, and Hou didn't know about "Mrs. Dellovey" at that time, nor did he know that many years later, a writer named Michael Cunningham wrote "The Hours" in homage to Wolff ( the hours), which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1999 and was adapted into a film of the same name last year.
A good movie has an air, like the fog on the sea before dawn, which diffuses from the dark fragments of life, from the often overlooked details that can be quietly gazed at.
One morning in 1923, Wolfe wrote the first sentence of "Mrs. Delloway", "Mrs. Delloway said she wanted to buy flowers by herself." In the early morning of 1949, I was lying in bed reading "Mrs. Delloway" Laura of "Mrs." remembered that it was her husband's birthday today. She went downstairs and found that her husband had bought a bouquet of flowers. In the early morning of 1999, Clarissa, who shares the same name as "Mrs. Dellovey", got up and went to the flower shop. A party was held for her close friend Richard to win the Poetry Award. She bought a lot of flowers, roses, bellflowers, carnations...
They were lying on different beds in different time and space, but they seemed to know each other, the same color dress, left position, with the right arm bent and placed on the left side of the face. Life seems to be peaceful, but in the dark, there are rapids.
Clarissa went to see Richard, who was desperately weakened by AIDS, trying to open the window to let in the sunlight. Clarissa said, I got up and went to buy flowers, just like Mrs. Deloway in the book, the morning is beautiful and fresh.
Richard sat on the windowsill, he said, like beach morning? Like that day? Like that morning, you walked out of that old house, you were 18 years old, I may be 19 years old, I have never seen so beautiful, you, in the early morning out of that glass door, still sleepy. Isn't it weird? One of the most ordinary mornings in everyone's life...I don't think I can go to the party, you are so kind to me, Mrs. Deloway, I don't think anyone is as happy as we are.
He jumped out of the window like a fallen petal.
At the age of 5, he learned about the struggles of his mother, Lola, who eventually left home, just as Clarissa's warmth could not keep Richard, who had made up his mind.
Leonard asked Wolf, why would you write that someone must die? Who will die? Wolff said that poets die, and so are those who are full of fantasies.
Those people, even love can't keep them. In the famous Bloomsbury literati circle, Wolfe has had many loves and lovers, and it is also said that the love of her life is actually only one person, her sister Vanessa. But she threw it all away—
"She went out in a hurry, wearing a coat that looked a little thicker in this weather. It was 1941, and another war had begun. She left a brief note to Leonard and another to Leonard. Vanessa. She walked resolutely toward the river, knowing exactly what she was going to do, but now she was almost distracted by the sight in front of her: hills, churches, sheep in twos and threes, a tinge of yellow in the bright white, Grazing under the dark sky. She stopped, looked at the sheep and the sky, and kept walking..."
Some people died, some people tried to live, Clarissa told her daughter in 1999 when she recalled the past, "I thought, It's the beginning of happiness. I didn't expect that this is happiness, and happiness is at that moment."
This is my favorite movie. There are sunshine, grass, and a lot of flowers of various strong colors, which is the unbearable life of life. Live freely flowing and jumping. Death hides in it, like the turbulent flow under the shadow of the trees by the river, cold and unpredictable.
At the end of the film, it is Wolf's voice-over, "May the years we spend together be long, may the love be long, may those moments be long..." The
piano sounds endlessly, like the flowing water that drowns Wolfe .
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