She left behind a remarkable body of work — from her poignant diaries to her magnificent essays to her little-known children’s books to “the longest and most charming love letter in literature” — and a cohort of heartbroken friends, but the most stirring thing she left behind was her suicide letter to her husband Leonard.
The misinterpretation of Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter
Thanks for this. It means quite a bit.
The article unfortunately doesn’t consider the context of 1941 Britain, and the war. The notion of a high profile aristocrat ‘giving up’ was an anathema. I think the writers’ heart is in the right place, but it’s a spectacularly misplaced gesture.