The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life [NOOK Book]


Take a stroll through London with Virginia Woolf as your guide in this beautifully illustrated book. With a new introduction by Hermione Lee. From the docklands of the East End to the Houses of Parliament; from the bustle of Oxford Street to peaceful moments on Hampstead Heath – Virginia Woolf explores the city’s hidden places and draws a remarkable portrait of the daily lives of Londoners. Capturing the London of the 1930s, but also the eternal city we recognise today, this is the perfect snapshot of an ...
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Take a stroll through London with Virginia Woolf as your guide in this beautifully illustrated book. With a new introduction by Hermione Lee. From the docklands of the East End to the Houses of Parliament; from the bustle of Oxford Street to peaceful moments on Hampstead Heath – Virginia Woolf explores the city’s hidden places and draws a remarkable portrait of the daily lives of Londoners. Capturing the London of the 1930s, but also the eternal city we recognise today, this is the perfect snapshot of an extraordinary metropolis. ‘London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets. . . . To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.’ – Virginia Woolf ‘While it might not list the hottest restaurants and the newest boutique hotels, The London Scene gives us an amalgam of intelligence and beauty that few, if any, guidebooks provide.’ – Francine Prose ‘1930s London comes alive in these six evocative essays . . . a discerning, affectionate tour of her beloved city.’ – Washington Post
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These half dozen essays, originally commissioned in 1931 for the British Good Housekeeping,remind us again of Virginia Woolf's consummate gifts as an essayist. The seemingly effortless grace of these pieces is accented by Woolf's spare, colorist prose and her modest, conversational tone. The topics of the essays include sketches of life along the Thames and visits to the homes of famous writers. Francine Prose's insightful introduction places the collection within historical and aesthetic contexts.
Publishers Weekly
As novelist Prose notes in her perceptive introduction, Woolf demonstrates a huge affection for her hometown-like her heroine Clarissa Dalloway, whose stream-of-consciousness litany at the opening of Mrs. Dalloway famously listed London as one of her true loves-in six essays originally commissioned for the British edition of Good Housekeeping magazine in 1931-1932. Woolf takes us to historian Carlyle's Chelsea home, without running water and full of coal smoke, where "two of the most nervous and exacting people of their time" fought "for cleanliness and warmth." Keats's orderly and self-controlled Hampstead abode, says Woolf, belies the poet's youthful, anguished death. The romance of watching ships coming home to harbor contrasts sharply with the decrepitude of the warehouses that line the banks of the Thames, and the cheapness and glitter of Oxford Street attract bargain hunters galore. The voices of the dead poets buried in Westminster Abbey continue to question the meaning of existence, and a salon percolates with the conversations of living artists, writers, actors and politicians. Prose points out that while this mini-guidebook may not list the hottest restaurants, and London's skyline has changed dramatically since the city's bombing in WWII, Woolf is still a charming, relevant companion to the delights of a great metropolis. 6 b&w illus. (July 10) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Washington Post Book World
“1930s London comes alive in these six evocative essays. . . a discerning, affectionate tour of her beloved city.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781907970436
  • Publisher: Daunt Books
  • Publication date: 11/7/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 96
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Virginia Woolf

Born in London as Adeline Virginia Stephen, Virginia Woolf (1882–1941) was a distinguished novelist, essayist, and critic; cofounder of the Hogarth Press with her husband, Leonard Woolf; and a central figure of the famed Bloomsbury group. Celebrated for her modernist sensibility and stylistic innovations,Woolf is best remembered for the novels Mrs. Dalloway (1925) and To the Lighthouse (1927), and the feminist classic A Room of One's Own (1929).

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    1. Also Known As:
      Adeline Virginia Stephen Woolf (full name)
    1. Date of Birth:
      January 25, 1882
    2. Place of Birth:
    1. Date of Death:
      March 28, 1941
    2. Place of Death:
      Sussex, England

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The London Scene

Six Essays on London Life
By Virginia Woolf

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Virginia Woolf
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060881283

Chapter One

The Docks of London

"Whither, O splendid ship" the poet asked as he lay on the shore and watched the great sailing ship pass away on the horizon. Perhaps, as he imagined, it was making for some port in the Pacific; but one day almost certainly it must have heard an irresistible call and come past the North Foreland and the Reculvers, and entered the narrow waters of the Port of London, sailed past the low banks of Gravesend and Northfleet and Tilbury, up Erith Reach and Barking Reach and Gallion's Reach, past the gas works and the sewage works till it found, for all the world like a car on a parking ground, a space reserved for it in the deep waters of the Docks. There it furled its sails and dropped anchor.

However romantic and free and fitful they may seem, there is scarcely a ship on the seas that does not come to anchor in the Port of London in time. From a launch in midstream one can see them swimming up the river with all the marks of their voyage still on them. Liners come, high-decked, with their galleries and their awnings and their passengers grasping their bags and leaning over the rail, while the lascars tumble and scurry below -- home they come, a thousand of these big ships every weekof the year to anchor in the docks of London. They take their way majestically through a crowd of tramp steamers, and colliers and barges heaped with coal and swaying red sailed boats, which, amateurish though they look, are bringing bricks from Harwich or cement from Colchester -- for all is business; there are no pleasure boats on this river. Drawn by some irresistible current, they come from the storms and calms of the sea, its silence and loneliness to their allotted anchorage. The engines stop; the sails are furled; and suddenly the gaudy funnels and the tall masts show up incongruously against a row of workmen's houses, against the black walls of huge warehouses. A curious change takes place. They have no longer the proper perspective of sea and sky behind them, and no longer the proper space in which to stretch their limbs. They lie captive, like soaring and winged creatures who have got themselves caught by the leg and lie tethered on dry land.

With the sea blowing its salt into our nostrils, nothing can be more stimulating than to watch the ships coming up the Thames -- the big ships and the little ships, the battered and the splendid, ships from India, from Russia, from South America, ships from Australia coming from silence and danger and loneliness past us, home to harbour. But once they drop anchor, once the cranes begin their dipping and their swinging, it seems as if all romance were over. If we turn and go past the anchored ships towards London, we see surely the most dismal prospect in the world. The banks of the river are lined with dingy, decrepit-looking warehouses. They huddle on land that has become flat and slimy with mud. The same air of decrepitude and of being run up provisionally stamps them all. If a window is broken, broken it remains. A fire that has lately blackened and blistered one of them seems to have left it no more forlorn and joyless than its neighbours. Behind the masts and funnels lies a sinister dwarf city of workmen's houses. In the foreground cranes and warehouses, scaffolding and gasometers line the banks with a skeleton architecture.

When, suddenly, after acres and acres of this desolation one floats past an old stone house standing in a real field, with real trees growing in clumps, the sight is disconcerting. Can it be possible that there is earth, that there once were fields and crops beneath this desolation and disorder? Trees and fields seem to survive incongruously like a sample of another civilisation among the wall-paper factories and soap factories that have stamped out old lawns and terraces. Still more incongruously one passes an old grey country church which still rings its bells, and keeps its churchyard green as if country people were still coming across the fields to service. Further down, an inn with swelling bow windows still wears a strange air of dissipation and pleasure making. In the middle years of the nineteenth century it was a favourite resort of pleasure makers, and figured in some of the most famous divorce cases of the time. Now pleasure has gone and labour has come; and it stands derelict like some beauty in her midnight finery looking out over mud flats and candle works, while malodorous mounds of earth, upon which trucks are perpetually tipping fresh heaps, have entirely consumed the fields where, a hundred years ago, lovers wandered and picked violets.

As we go on steaming up the river to London we meet its refuse coming down. Barges heaped with old buckets, razor blades, fish tails, newspapers and ashes -- whatever we leave on our plates and throw into our dust bins -- are discharging their cargoes upon the most desolate land in the world. The long mounds have been fuming and smoking and harbouring innumerable rats and growing a rank coarse grass and giving off a gritty, acrid air for fifty years. The dumps get higher and higher, and thicker and thicker, their sides more precipitous with tin cans, their pinnacles more angular with ashes year by year. But then, past all this sordidity, sweeps indifferently a great liner, bound for India. She takes her way through rubbish barges, and sewage barges, and dredgers out to sea. A little further, on the left hand, we are suddenly surprised -- the sight upsets all our proportions once more -- by what appear to be the stateliest buildings ever raised by the hand of man. Greenwich Hospital with all its columns and domes comes down in perfect symmetry to the water's edge, and makes the river again a stately waterway where the nobility of England . . .


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Table of Contents

The docks of London 3
Oxford Street tide 27
Great men's houses 29
Abbeys and cathedrals 41
"This is the House of Commons" 53
Portrait of a Londoner 67
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