Orlando

I finished reading Orlando by Virgina Woolf last night. I've not read anything by her before. It seemed much more like modern 20th century Literature than I'm used to reading. My sister Alice camelstrong recommended it to me as she thought I'd like it as the main character switched sexes half way through. I thought it was interesting but I have to say that I wished it had a plot. It made me feel kinda stupid, that I needed a degree in English literature in order to be able to understand what everything was alluding to, as I assumed it had to be alluding to something. I wondered if perhaps this was another important book looking at gender roles in a new way. But then part of me wished she'd just written an essay about it rather than a novel. Still it was quite fun, there were some nice bits contained in the muddle. I liked the love affair in the ice, and I liked it when she befriended the English prostitute and started cross dressing but then that part soon became muddled again. I don't think I'll be rushing out to buy anything else she's written, though I am a little curious to see how they made it into a movie.