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01/05/2014

'The Waves' - novel by Virginia Woolf

'The Waves' - by Virginia Woolf
[I had written this essay while doing my under-graduation in 'Creative Writing' in the Trinity College, University of Cambridge. It was then much appreciated. To keep it recorded, I am posting it here. Though it is not that great, yet please do read!]


 The Waves by Virginia Woolf.

Plot Summary

The Waves follows the lives of six friends, Jinny, Bernard, Neville, Louis, Susan and Rhoda. Each of the nine sections begins with a description of the sea, its surroundings and the position of the sun in the sky. The description goes from very early morning in the first section, when the characters are children, to the end of the day when the character are moving toward the end of their lives. With the use of monologue, stream of consciousness and structure, the book shows the friends as one entity, detailing how the individual struggles when they try to move away on their own.

The first section describes the sun rising and the day gradually coming to life. The story begins with a short monologue from each character that relates to an early morning scene. The section then explores the character's personalities during childhood and the time they spend together at day school.

The second section describes the sun still rising, but the waves are getting rougher. The story begins by describing the girls and boys leaving for separate boarding schools. As the section continues, the character's monologues detail their reactions to being at boarding school and their time back at home during the holidays. This section introduces the male character, Percival. Percival does not have a monologue, but he plays an important role in all the character lives. By the end of the section, the characters divide even further. Susan goes back home, Neville and Bernard go to university, Rhoda and Jinny go to London and Louis goes straight into a job.

At the beginning of the third section, the sun has risen and the birds are in full song. The characters are now trying to refine their personalities, whilst still struggling to come to terms with themselves. Bernard and Neville attend the same college. Bernard is trying to develop himself as a man of words, constantly observing others, while Neville studies literature and dreams about Percival. Louis is living in London and working as a clerk. Rhoda and Jinny socialize in the same circles in London. However, while Jinny loves the social scene, Rhoda dislikes it immensely and withdraws further into herself. Susan moves back home to the countryside, which she finds more to her preference than the places she had lived during her education.

The fourth section begins by describing the sun at its brightest. Bernard's monologue begins the section and he immediately announces his wedding engagement. Bernard is on his way to London to meet the others for a farewell dinner in honor of Percival moving away to India. It is the first time since childhood that they have met as one group and their monologues display their nervousness. Percival is the last character to get to the restaurant and upon his arrival, all the characters relax.

The beginning of the fifth section describes the sun at its full height and the waves breaking strongly onto the shore. It is a prelude to the first real tragedy of the story, the death of Percival. This section looks at how Neville, Bernard and Rhoda deal with his death. Neville is distraught. Bernard is upset but Percival's death coincides with the birth of his first child. To Rhoda, the death confirms the emptiness of her life.

The sixth section begins with sun starting to go down and the waves moving out, crashing against rocks and flowing into caves. This section looks at the six characters as mature adults who are moving along their chosen paths. Susan and Bernard seem the most content of the characters and are both married with children. The homosexual Neville and the sociable Jinny are closest to achieving their aims, both living life to the full. Louis is finding success at work, whilst embarking on an affair with the unhappy Rhoda. The death of Percival hangs over all of them, but particularly Neville, who compares all his conquests to his first love.

The seventh section starts with the sun lower in the sky and the waves falling back. Each character has now reached middle age and their monologues reflect back on their lives. Bernard reflects on a disappointing life and his recent break from his wife while wandering around Rome. Susan is content in the countryside, but remembers the past with longing. Jinny reflects on middle age in terms of her own looks and tries to convince herself that young men are still attracted to her. Louis continues to succeed at work, but strives to express his more soulful side. Rhoda's reflections take place in Spain. She has broken up with Louis, but she is no happier for doing so and contemplates suicide while standing on a cliff edge. Neville is a writer, but like Jinny feels the effects of middle age on his appearance.

The eighth section describes the sun sinking and birds of prey, such as an owl, replace the chirping birds from earlier descriptions. The six friends again meet for dinner at Hampton Court. Like the previous meeting, it begins uneasily before developing into something more comfortable. At the end of their meal, the characters put previous rifts to one side and go for a walk through Hampton Park. Most notably Louis and Rhoda discuss their break up.

In the ninth section, the sun has goes down and the day finishes. This part includes an only monologue by Bernard. Throughout the novel, he has always been the best storyteller and he now explains his life story to an unknown dinner companion. Bernard describes the others and his own life with a fighting spirit. At the end, he decides to leaves his phrase book behind in the restaurant in an attempt to return to the simple phrasing of his childhood.
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Analysis of Major Characters from 'the Waves':

Bernard

Bernard is deeply concerned with language, and one of his first apparent traits is his obsession with “making phrases.” This activity is a means of both impressing and helping others, as in the case of Susan early in the novel. As a child, Bernard sees language as a way to mediate and control reality, to turn random events into a chain of meaning. When he leaves for school, for example, Bernard makes phrases as a way to remain in control of his emotions. Later, he begins to turn his phrases into stories, transforming language into a tool for understanding others. Here he begins to run into a problem, however. Bernard has trouble capturing the lives of others (such as Dr. Crane) in his stories, and he is nagged by a sense that some element of the truth always escapes him.

Over time, Bernard comes to think that the problem with his stories is inherent in language itself. Reality, Bernard comes to think, is always more complex than our words can grasp. Part of the reason this is so is related to Bernard’s concept of identity as fluid and changing. Bernard sees himself as a compound being, influenced by and even composed of the people who surround him. Bernard spends much time trying to break down the barriers between different selves. His dissatisfaction with language and traditional narrative echoes many of Woolf’s own concerns and gives a clue as to why she felt the need to try bold experiments with the nature of fiction, such as The Waves itself. In her memoirs, Woolf tells of certain moments, which she calls “moments of being,” in which she gains a direct perception of reality, apart from the distortions and omissions of language. Bernard has such a moment toward the end of the novel, and the moment is a kind of culmination for his character.

Jinny

Jinny lives her life utterly apart from concerns about the soul. She thinks of herself as a body, first and foremost, interacting with other bodies. From the first moment we see Jinny, kissing Louis among the bushes, she is a creature of motion, surface, and physicality. More than once, Jinny compares herself to an animal and the social world in which she moves to a jungle, in which she is a huntress. She is aware of her own physical beauty, and her greatest pleasure is in being able to pick a man from the crowd and summon him with a gesture. It might sound from this description as though Woolf is being critical of Jinny, but Woolf presents Jinny’s perspective as radically honest and admirably direct. She is not an intellectual and prefers to relate to a world of physical objects rather than ideas, but she is neither stupid nor insensitive.
In her own way, Jinny is just as devoted to beauty and to her ideal of life as someone more obviously idealistic, such as Neville. On the dance floor, swept up in the communal whirl of bodies and music, Jinny feels unified with something larger than herself, something like the flow of life. The problem with Jinny’s ideal is that it cannot be sustained: music ends, beauty fades, and attractiveness withers with it. Neville, Louis, and Susan are each deeply concerned with making something that will last, and this, of course, Jinny cannot do—this is the great failing of Jinny’s way of life. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror, she sees that her hedonistic time is drawing to a close, but she does not despair. Death is simply part of the bargain, and her attitude is carpe diem—seize the day, and live while you can.

Louis

Louis’s deepest sense of himself is that he does not fit in. Embarrassed as a child by his Australian accent and by his poorer background, Louis becomes an ambitious striver, eager to make his mark and to shed his status as an outsider. He becomes keenly aware of social distinctions and is drawn to Rhoda from the beginning, seeing her as a fellow misfit. At school, Louis discovers poetry and sees the tradition of literature as a kind of society open to those with enough genius and drive to gain admittance. From that point, his ambitions include becoming a great poet. But Louis does not go to college along with Neville and Bernard. Instead, he takes a job with a shipping firm in London, and from that time on, he leads a sort of double life. As he sits in a greasy-spoon diner, Louis’s attention is split between the book of poems he reads and the gossiping crowd around him. Later, he rises in the company and become a distinguished businessman, while still retaining his poetic ambition and his attraction to the seamy side of life.
Louis wants to unify the ideal realm of poetry with the hurly-burly of daily life—his idea of a poetic image is a mangy cat rubbing its side against a chimney. What Louis hopes to do by writing poems about such things is to reveal the permanent existence beneath the random flow of ordinary events. Louis’s project is somewhere between Jinny’s (submerging the self in life’s flow, without imposing concepts on it) and Neville’s (living a life of artistic isolation from everyday life). Woolf seems to be sympathetic to this plan, which has a certain resemblance to her own, but it remains unclear how well Louis is able to realize it. He seems compromised by his materialistic desire for success in business and his attraction to the tawdry. Louis and Rhoda become lovers for a time, but Louis is unable to forge a lasting connection there as well.

Neville


At first, Neville might seem to be a rather clichéd portrait of a homosexual aesthete: he is physically weak, overly refined, obsessed with male beauty, and somewhat promiscuous. But Neville is also a great artist—the most successful artist in the novel. Unlike Louis and Bernard, who also harbor literary ambitions, Neville centers his life on his relationship to his art, to the exclusion of most other relationships. This intense purity of focus seems to make the difference in his success as a poet. From the start, Neville is disturbed by mess and disorder, continually noticing Bernard’s sloppiness of dress. But Neville’s desire for order goes beyond the material realm. For Neville, life itself is a chaotic mess, and only in art and literature is perfection attainable. Neville understands this fact clearly after the death of Percival, whom Neville loves and idealizes. Once Percival is gone, Neville looks to a series of lovers for a temporary replacement for the intense feelings he once got from merely watching Percival. In each case, Neville uses his concentrated if fleeting devotion to the new lover as a source of energy for writing his poetry. In the end, Neville sees that he has spent an entire lifetime devoted to the study of love itself.
If Bernard’s problem with language is that it is not large enough to contain reality, Neville’s problem is that it is not focused enough to serve his particular needs. Neville’s life is one of concentration and exclusion. He shuts the world out from his book-lined room, awaiting only the approach of his latest “one.” Neville’s need for a focused, polished language to express his meaning is part of the reason for his disdain for Dr. Crane and for conventional religion. For Neville, the headmaster is a pompous fool, mouthing empty phrases, and most religion is little more than a collection of such insincere words. Beyond the platitudes of the sermons he hears, Neville also sees Christianity as a sad, death-obsessed religion and prefers the pagan Greeks and Romans for what he sees as their love of life and pleasure in this world.

Rhoda

Rhoda is an eternal outsider, even more so than Louis, to whom she is drawn for a time. Our first glimpse of Rhoda is as a child, staring into a basin of water that she imagines is her own private ocean. For Rhoda, the world inside her head is a refuge from the external world of other people. She is terrified of human contact, terrified of being criticized and judged. Her deep sense of alienation from others eventually turns into a desire to abandon consciousness altogether, rather than risk losing her perfect solitude through intimacy with others. Her most characteristic gesture, even among friends, is to stare out the window, lost in imagination. Nothing comes easily to Rhoda, and everything seems foreign—she has to carefully copy the way Jinny and Susan dress to avoid making mistakes. She comes to see herself as a ghostlike, faceless figure, drifting through life without affecting others. She ultimately commits suicide, though it is unclear exactly what occurs. Some of Bernard’s comments in the concluding section seem to imply that she leaps from a cliff, perhaps the same one she looks down from earlier in the novel.
Before her tragic end, Rhoda finds some measure of consolation from two sources, the first of which is music. In the wake of Percival’s death, Rhoda enters an opera house and is moved by what she hears. Death is both the ultimate disruption of solitude and its ultimate expression, and the music seems, to Rhoda, like a kind of structure in which she can find temporary shelter. Rhoda is briefly able to find similar solace in her relationship with Louis, but she is unable to maintain the state of intimacy and breaks it off. In the end, Rhoda’s greatest desire is simply to cease desiring and existing. She is drawn away from the basin-ocean, in which she has imaginative control, and into the ocean she sees from the cliffs in Spain, which she thinks of in symbolic terms as death itself—a vast ocean of emptiness and stillness that swallows her up.

Susan

Like Jinny, Susan is a strongly physical presence, and like Rhoda, Susan is at least partially motivated by a desire to lose herself within a larger force. But Susan wishes to engage with life through her body at the primal level of generation and reproduction, and through this process to become one with the growth of the land and of her home. From Susan’s perspective, Jinny’s life is one of sterile—literally fruitless—activity, while Rhoda tragically resists her body’s own desires. Susan walks her fields in the early morning, sensing the awakening life all around her, and Woolf’s appreciation of the value and reward of Susan’s choice is clear. Susan wants a productive, work-filled life that fosters the land and nurtures others. Through her life on the farm, Susan is seeking to find meaning in ordinary life.
Woolf acknowledges that sacrifice is involved in Susan’s life choice. Susan has always been emotional and passionate, either hating or loving (or both at once) most people she meets. As a mother, however, Susan must put others first, and she thinks to herself that her greatest emotions will be for and through her children, and most of her work will be on their behalf. At a certain point, Susan realizes that the price of the fulfillment she has found has been to lose herself within the role of wife and mother, becoming a generic, de-individualized person even in her own eyes. Susan looks back longingly at her youth and her first love, Bernard, whose phrases had always seemed too complex and subtle for her. She thinks continually of Jinny and her comparatively free existence. By the end of the novel, Susan’s life is shot through with regret, and she even speaks, to Bernard, of her life as a ruined, wasted thing.

-Portia Burton

30/04/2014

SAVIOR

SAVIOR

In this poem I have tried to express my mother's feelings.I have simply put in rhyme all that she said to me.

SAVIOR
When the cancer started extracting
From me a price  hard to pay,
And nothing seemed to help me,
I chose to stop and pray.
"Oh God can you help me
can you save me please?
This pain and confusion
Has brought me to my knees.
For I have come undone
My pieces have began to scatter
And any hope I had of fixing it
Has slowly began to shatter."
A refreshing discovery I did find
At that moment of despair,
When I reached the end of me
He was waiting for me there.
This is where I came to know
Of a Savior so real and true,
Just one touch of His hand,
And there was nothing more to do,
But trust Him completely
And let Him have His way,
For He alone could save me
On my darkest day.
I'm sure you have heard of Him,
Yet perhaps you may still doubt
From the very depths of hell,
It was Him that pulled me out.
So I stand as His witness
And speak  to you this day,
Jesus Christ is the Truth
The light and the way.


-Portia Burton


29/04/2014

My first kiss and all that....


My First Kiss and all that.....

            Now that I am engaged to my Edward, it feels more sweet to remember the blossoming of our love, and yes, our first kiss.

Ours was really the love at first sight. Ed was related to one of my class-mates and she introduced us to each other when we were on a trek.In those ten days we got drawn to each other though I was a student and he had just started working as an   architect's assistant in a reputed firm .His good humoured nature, love for poetry and his working for P.E.T.A. enamoured me to him.Thereafter we kept meeting each other in London  yet decided to take things slow. We kind of danced around each other for awhile, unclear about signals and all that. But slowly we came to realize our mutual attraction and felt that it was much more than mere infatuation. Soon, I dropped all my reserve since I felt safe with him and even introduced him to my parents who approved him. It was all that was needed to make us bond together. We used to have great conversations about art , poetry and nature. He would involuntarily hold my hand and caress it while talking animatedly. During one such conversation I became a little bold and said, "Well, you haven't even kissed me yet." And then he looked at me and smiled. OMG, that smile! And those intense brown eyes! I don't think I've ever been affected by anybody like that before . But he said nothing more than, 'Well, come, let us take you to your home.It is already so dark and your mom will start worrying about her baby doll."

.... He walked me to my door. We were standing on the porch. The stars outside were so bright and the night was perfect as well, not too cool and not too hot. And then suddenly he leaned  down . I couldn’t look away no matter how much I would. His dark gaze was loving and yet there was something more. A bright glint lightened his eyes. Was it desire? No! He was such a gentleman, he’d never acted on his feelings entirely except for the occasional brief embrace or chaste kiss on my forehead.
The tension between us dropped away until there was a comfortable moment of silence, and the exchange of looks between us heightened into something more.
My heartbeat thudded softly, and my lips parted as I looked up at him.
He touched my cheek and then jaw, caressing it gently. With a gentle grasp on my chin, he pulled me towards him by degrees.  I caught my breath as I knew his intent. His lips moved onto mine and I involuntarily sighed into the kiss. He was patient, steady as he kissed me, allowing me the chance to reject him if I wished. But, I did not. How could I ? His arm encircled me, pulling me tighter against him and I rested my hands on his chest with full trust. It  was really a very pleasurable moment. I murmured something incoherently and  lifted my arms to loop them around his neck. I kissed him back gently, trying to keep up.
Edward then pulled back slightly, looking at me with a slight smile on his face. He caressed my cheek once more. “I didn’t want to startle you.”
“You didn’t.”
He nodded. “Good. I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you.”
“You have?”
He grinned, then sobered a little. “You’ve never been kissed like that before, have you?”
I shook my head. How could I tell him that he was only the second person after the boy who had 'kissed' me while  in the Sixth grade!...
“That’s what I thought.”
I frowned. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. It was perfect.”.....
Perfect. That was the right word for what I had felt. . OMG! That was simply the best kiss ever. A sort of 'fireworks' and 'the knock-your-socks-off' kind of kiss! My mind was completely blown. I'd never had that kind of kiss. It was perfect. He took his time, and I kissed him back, of course, timidly , and, well, it was not a good kiss from my side since I was still wallowing in his kiss. We said our goodbyes and when I went inside, I probably didn't come back to myself for a full ten minutes. I was floating or the room was whirling around me.

I then said to myself," this is the man I will  spend my whole life loving through ups and downs. "
Then the last two years were very bad for me because of my mother's illness and her battle against the breast cancer. I had to take a drop from my graduation and calamity loomed so large  at our doorstep. It was a lot to handle, to say the least. But, through all of that, one thing stayed true- Edward's love for me and his dedication to my parents. He took great care of my mother too.This endeared him to my dad who did have some reservations about him. He even encouraged me to take up my graduation once again, persuaded me to rejoin my University of Cambridge and persue my dream. I could do so only because I was sure that Ed will look after my mom in London in my absense and now my mom treats him like her own son! Oh, God, I couldn't have asked for a better man to lean on or to love!
 And now  I am engaged to him! This happened on my birthday, that is, on 24th April 2014! What better birthday gift destiny could have given to me?
-Portia Burton


28/04/2014

The Road We Have Travelled....

The Road We Have Traveled...
The road we have traveled hasn't been much long,
Yet each step we’ve taken has made our hearts strong.
Though tomorrow could bring some stormy  seas
But, if we’re together, we will traverse with ease.
No powerful wave or hardship of any kind
Could ever encumber the love that we find
When we are united; tethered at the heart,
Since our lives are not meant to be ever  apart.

 Our souls need each other, like flowers need sun
And I  shall remain faithful until life is done
Through good times and bad, we’ll depend on our love
A gift we’ve been handed by the Lord above
The flame deep within us shall  keep us forever warm
Serving as our beacon throughout every storm
So, we are destined to find our way through
As only two people in such love could do.

-Portia Burton


03/04/2014

In the Flow Of Your Poem..


Into Your Poem's Flow...

O, dear Poet,
Your words, your lines,your elegant verse,
I cling to your each line, each word,
And give myself up
Into your poem's flow, your rhyme,
Its mountain stream-like rhythm ,....
Your poems keep humming in my head,
And I feel you,O, kindred spirit,
Breathing beside me
Like a stanza of Keats or Shelley,
Or looking across the table at me
Like some stern sonnet of Wordsworth.
And at some other time,
I feel you smiling through glinting eyes
Like a puzzling yet poetic sentence
Of Virginia Woolf, and bring to me
A gentle Eastern breeze
Which hasn't  lost its soothing scent
Of the Jasmine flowers.
Do you know, o my dear Poet,
How your poems are elixir for me,
Like the rejuvenating liquid
To a withering vine.
-Portia


('Into the Flow of Your Poem' - an abstract painting by me)