The Hours

The Hours Author Michael Cunningham is a Kindle Michael Cunningham is the author of t

The Hours Author Michael Cunningham is a Kindle Michael Cunningham is the author of the novels A Home at the End of the World, Flesh and Blood, The Hours winner of the Pen Faulkner Award Pulitzer Prize , Specimen Days, and By Nightfall, as well as the non fiction book, Land s End A Walk in Provincetown His new novel, The Snow Queen, will be published in May of 2014 He lives in New York, and teaches at Yale University.. Passionate, profound, and deeply moving, The Hours is the story of three women Clarissa Vaughan, who one New York morning goes about planning a party in honor of a beloved friend Laura Brown, who in a 1950s Los Angeles suburb slowly begins to feel the constraints of a perfect family and home and Virginia Woolf, recuperating with her husband in a London suburb, and begPassionate, profound, and deeply moving, The Hours is the story of three women Clarissa Vaughan, who one New York morning goes about planning a party in honor of a beloved friend Laura Brown, who in a 1950s Los Angeles suburb slowly begins to feel the constraints of a perfect family and home and Virginia Woolf, recuperating with her husband in a London suburb, and beginning to write Mrs Dalloway By the end of the novel, the stories have intertwined, and finally come together in an act of subtle and haunting grace, demonstrating Michael Cunnningham s deep empathy for his characters as well as the extraordinary resonance of his prose.. A viral Books The Hours ”We throw our parties; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we’ve very fortunate, by time itself.”It’s about the hours right? Those few precious hours over a lifetime when we feel we have a chance to do something special, to prove that we can do something that will forever immortalize us as someone exceptional. It was Charlotte who pressed this book upon me. We were at a party conducted by a Mrs. Clarissa Galloway. “I hear you are on a reading binge.” She’d leaned in close, as she had a tendency to do with me. Her lips mere millimeters away from my ear. It made me shiver somewhere in the core of me.When I was between assignments, which was all too frequent, I would read book after book; usually I would be in the middle of at least three at any one time. I was getting about four hours of sleep a night which right now was making me a cheap drunk. One martini was going to be more than enough. “The Hours by Michael Cunningham, didn’t they make a film out of it with Kidman?”She nodded. She leaned in close again. I often wondered if she knew what she did to me. “The book won a Pulitzer Prize. Catherine told me you just finished reading Mrs. Dalloway. This is a terrific follow-up.“ The sisters. You couldn’t really be involved with one without being involved with the other. Catherine, my girlfriend, was writing a novel. It was brilliant in fact, but now was somewhat weighed down with its own brilliance. She was happy with the beginning and the ending, but the middle was not living up to the standards of the rest. Charlotte designed book covers for publishing companies. She had a gift for it, but frequently had to endure someone further up the chain asking for modifications, her masterpieces often becoming something more commercially appealing and soulless. When I was doing research on Virginia Woolf, before reading Mrs. Dalloway, I couldn’t help thinking of Catherine as Virginia and Charlotte as Vanessa. ”Vanessa laughs. Vanessa is firm of face, her skin a brilliant, scalded pink. Although she is three years older, she looks younger than Virginia, and both of them know it. If Virginia has the austere, parched beauty of a Giotto fresco, Vanessa is more like a figure sculpted in rosy marble by a skilled but minor artist of the late Baroque. She is distinctly earthly and even decorative figure, all billows and scrolls….”As usual, I wasn’t really sure why I was at this party. I thought with remorse of the lost pages of reading the party had already cost me. I could see the books strategically scattered around the room of the flat. A book by each of my favorite reading places. This party was bad for me, and if it was not good for me, it had to be an absolute torture for Catherine. I looked past Charlotte’s large, attentive eyes and could see that Catherine was pale. Her complexion was always pale, but there were various shades of pale that would tell me exactly what was going on with her. She closed her eyes and took too long to open them. I could tell it was time to go. I leaned in and kissed Charlotte’s ear, raising the stakes, and then muttered in the sea shell of her ear that I was going to take Catherine home. Charlotte always smelled so good, but I was never able to quite identify the scent, something old, something new. Somehow it would be breaking the rules of the game to ask her. I walked over to Catherine and put my arm around her and kissed her on the side of her mouth. She looked at me with surprise. I could see the slender flutes of her nose flutter as she took me in. Could it be that she could sense her sister’s scent even among the mingling fragrances of flowers that filled Mrs. Galloway’s party? She put her slender, fluted fingers on my shoulder. “I can feel one coming on.” “I’m here to take you home.””She can feel the headache creeping up the back of her neck. She stiffens. No, it’s the memory of the headache, it’s her fear of the headache, both of them so vivid as to be at least briefly indistinguishable from the onset of the headache itself.”I went to see Robert the next day. I’d read most of The Hours last night. Charlotte had been right. It was the perfect followup to Mrs. Dalloway. Robert had been my friend almost my entire life or at least for the segment of my life that I still wished to claim. He’d had a good career on the stage, had mother issues of course, and had always been unapologetically gay. The young nurse from Hospice was taking a vial of blood from him when I arrived. There was something so intimate about blood letting. I averted my eyes as if I’d just caught her furtively giving him a hand job. “I’m so weak. This is it, my friend.” His voice, the voice that had boomed out to theaters full of people, had been reduced to a whisper. I patted his hand. He weakly grasped it. I left my fingers there surrounded by the parchment of his hand. “You’ve rallied before.” I’d meant to put exuberance into that sentence, but somehow it all went wrong. My voice cracked and tears sprang to my eyes. “Oh, come on now. Tears now? You should have wept with joy when I looked like a young Marlon Brando. Not now, not over this decrepit body. If you were a true friend, you’d pick me up and hurl me out that window.” I thought of Septimus from Mrs. Dalloway and Richard from The Hours. It was almost too much. “Don’t say that.” My voice was still shaking. I freed my hand from his grasp to wipe my eyes. When I put my hand back on the bed, his hand was gone. “Do you think six floors would be enough to kill me? God, what a tragedy if it only breaks my bones, and leaves me somehow alive with fresh sources of pain. I was thinking about it the other day. I wouldn’t want to fall on the concrete. I want to land on a car. I want to explode through the top like they show in the movies. You own a car, don’t you? Couldn’t you park it beneath my window?”“You are hurting me, Robert.”He sighed. Closing those magnificent blue eyes that had mesmerized women and men in equal numbers, “That is the last thing that I want to do to you, my friend.” When I got back to the flat, they must not have heard me. Catherine was leaning over Charlotte. ”Virginia leaned forward and kisses Vanessa on the mouth. It is an innocent kiss, innocent enough, but just now, feels like the most delicious and forbidden of pleasures. Vanessa returns the kiss.” I wanted to wrap my arms around both of them and nudge them across the room to the bed. I wondered if Leonard Woolf had ever had such desires? They might have willingly went, but then what? By trying to hold them closer, I’d only lose them both. I cleared my throat and hung up my jacket. When I turned around, they were both looking at me with clear, intelligent eyes. Two sisters, so different, but so much alike as to be indistinguishable when standing in the same space. It was hard not to think about the big stone. ”She selects one roughly the size and shape of a pig’s skull. The one that took her down to the depths of the river. The one that would not let her escape the embrace of the water even if her natural desire for self-preservation had kicked in. The stone was too real to be denied. Catherine had read Mrs. Dalloway and was now reading The Hours. She had needed a break from her own writing anyway. Reading sometimes gave her a fresh source of inspiration. I wasn’t sure about her reading either book, but both together could enhance her already acute suicidal tendencies. I’d seen her more than once raking a butter knife across her wrists as if testing how it would feel. I’d had the gas oven taken out and replaced it with an electric one. I read her diary. She wasn’t particularly careful with it. She left it out all the time, rarely tucking it back under the mattress on our bed. I don’t know if she trusted me not to read it or she, being a writer, always wanted an audience for her writing. ”Everything she sees feels as if it’s pinned to the day the way etherized butterflies are pinned to the board.” She was obviously feeling trapped. Like Leonard Woolf decided to do with Virginia, I arranged to take Catherine to the country for a month. She was being overstimulated in the city. Robert threw himself out the window. He asked the nurse to open the window to give him some air. The stubborn bastard crawled across the floor, pulled himself up the wall, and threw himself out the window. Though he would have preferred a Rolls Royce, he landed on a Mercedes.Six floors, as it turned out, was enough. Two days after we reached the country Catherine disappeared. As I walked the river, along with every other able body in the county, I kept thinking about a stone the size of a pig’s skull. If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.comI also have a Facebook blogger page at:
The Hours Jan , The Hours The Hours PG h min Drama, Romance February USA Trailer VIDEO IMAGES Video vi The story of how the novel Mrs Dalloway affects three generations of women, all of whom, in one way or another, have had to deal with suicide in their lives. The Hours film The Hours Rotten Tomatoes Dec , The Hours is the story of three women searching for potent, meaningful lives Each is alive at a different time and place, all are linked by their yearnings and their fears Their stories Watch The Hours Prime Video The Hours is multi layered in it s evolvement from Virginia Woolf to this form, it speaks to us of love and loss across decades.It is specific and general at the same time in the same way Brief Encounter or Now Voyager are dated and of their time in one way and yet timeless in another. Watch The Hours Prime Video The Hours . h min PG Spanning across various time periods in the th Century, a drama which revolves around three very different women two of whom have been profoundly affected by the works of Virginia Woolf the other woman is Woolf, herself All three are battling with issues of freedom, responsibility and identity. The Hour TV Series Jul , In the Hour it seems to be about a journalist s life at the time, no matter if you are a man or a woman Although gender roles will play a part, it is not necessarily the core of the show like in Mad Men It is not as glamours either What I really like about the Hour that there is also a mystery part to it, almost like a police show. The Hours A Novel Picador Modern Classics Cunningham The Hours has the heft of flesh and blood, the subtlety of art The Hartford Courant At its best, and that is a lyrical, crystalline best, The Hours embodies a balance between lethal, life changing vision and the daily, mundane work of caring, writing, and actually changing one s world. The Hours movie review film summary Roger Ebert In The Hours, Woolf Nicole Kidman has a room of her own, and the understanding of her husband, Leonard Stephen Dillane , a publisher Laura Julianne Moore , whom we meet in the s, is a typical suburban housewife with a loving and dependable husband John C Reilly she does not love, and a son who might as well be from outer space. The Hours Trailer YouTube May , The story of three women in different times, related only by a parallel in their personal lives One, present day, throwing a party for a writer friend suffe The Hours novel Hours

  1. Michael Cunningham is the author of the novels A Home at the End of the World, Flesh and Blood, The Hours winner of the Pen Faulkner Award Pulitzer Prize , Specimen Days, and By Nightfall, as well as the non fiction book, Land s End A Walk in Provincetown His new novel, The Snow Queen, will be published in May of 2014 He lives in New York, and teaches at Yale University.

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  1. We throw our parties we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep it s as simple and ordinary as that A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills die by accident and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we ve very fortunate, by time itself It s about the hours right Those few precious hours over a lifeti [...]

  2. I hesitated between 3 and 4 stars for this book It was beautifully written and has a somewhat unexpected and yet unsurprising ending The references to Virginia Woolf are omnipresent as she also comes to life under Cunningham s pen along with Mrs Brown and Mrs Dalloway Yes, it did relight a flame in me to read the primary Woolf works Orlando, Mrs Dalloway, To The Lighthouse, The Waves and reminded me of the one I did read A Room of One s Own , but still, something about it felt a little superfici [...]

  3. Book Circle Reads 20Rating 4.75 of fiveThe Publisher Says In The Hours, Michael Cunningham, who is recognized as one of our very best writers Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times , draw inventively on the life and work of Virginia Woolf to tell the story of a group of contemporary characters who are struggling with the conflicting claims of love and inheritance, hope and despair.The novel opens with an evocation of Woolf s last days before her suicide in 1941, and moves to the stories of two modern A [...]

  4. Okay, let s be honest, the only reason this book isn t getting a D is because the language was very beautiful most of the time It was beautiful when it wasn t beating me over the head with the whole, Look how eloquently I can write and use big words and sound smart Don t you feel smart just reading it Oh, wait you just feel stupid, huh Which, honestly, wasn t that much, but it was enough to annoy me.The problem I had with the whole story was that I could not find sympathy in any of the character [...]

  5. Good read very intriguing.als with three women that are intertwine and connected by different time period through a simple book.well written paperback

  6. Prevod je na alost ispao najve a bruka NK, ali nisam imala uticaja na izbor prevodioca Preporuka itajte je isklju ivo u originalu dok se ne pojavi neki nov prevod na srpski ili itajte hrvatski prevod

  7. I gave the novel one star simply because wouldn t let me give it zero The book is about three self absorbed, whiny and spoiled women, all from different eras, complaining and whining about their lives, even though, they essentially have it all wealth, love, family, friends, etc The book is vile The characters are repulsive and the plot is tiresome I keep asking myself how on earth did this novel win a Pulitzer Prize There s a huge red sticker on the front of the cover, of the novel, proudly adve [...]

  8. Tick, Mrs Dalloway Tock, Mrs Woolf Tick, Mrs Brown Tock, Mrs Dalloway again.Reviewing The Hours I find myself stuck somewhere in between tick and tock Reading a novel, poem, play, screenplay, it s often easy for me to lose touch with reality and completely absorb myself into the world of a story I lose touch with myself The sounds around me The smells hovering under my nose The world happening around me Time elapses into nothingness.The Hours, however, made me fully aware of my position in reali [...]

  9. engra ado porque As Horas uma hist ria que eu sempre ouvi as pessoas comentando sobre principalmente por causa do filme e, ainda assim, eu n o tinha a MENOR IDEIA do que ia encontrar quando comecei a ler Pra come ar, eu n o sabia que esse livro GAY E SAPAT O ALL OVER IT e quando as coisas iam acontecendo eu ficava t o envolvido que mesmo com a escrita um pouco densa e os par grafos imensos, n o d vontade de parar de ler.A narrativa desse livro muito mais focada no fluxo de pensamento do que em s [...]

  10. I m a little ashamed to admit that I read this book because Oprah told me to.Actually Oprah, Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore and Nicole Kidman told me to.It must have been a Thursday or Friday afternoon because those were the days off the last time I had a job for which I worked weekends.The episode with these three ladies was a little unconventional for Oprah Rather than conducting an interview from her usual studio, she met them for tea in a fancy hotel And it didn t so much seem like an intervie [...]

  11. We want so much, don t we The Hours is one of the best books I have read this year It is astounding I was drawn in from the first page the writing is just beautiful prose.The setup of the novel is that we drop into the lives of 3 woman Virginia Woolf while she is beginning to write her novel Mrs Dalloway in 1923, Laura Brown, a housewife reading Mrs Dalloway in LA in 1949, and Clarissa a woman who seems to be a real life Mrs Dalloway in current NYC Although this premise is intriguing it pales in [...]

  12. I m not entirely sure why I liked this novel as much as I did plot wise it s quite hard to sum up any than what is already given in the blurb.Cunningham portrays a day of the live in three very different but very connected women Clarissa Vaughan, a middle aged woman living in New York in the 1990s Laura Brown, a young house wife in 1940s Los Angeles and Virginia Woolf herself in 1920s London, or thereabouts Virginia Woolf has just begun writing Mrs Dalloway, Laura Brown is trying to find time i [...]

  13. When you read a book like The Hours, you have to decide whether you want to see it as a work in its own right or as an illumination of something else In this case, The Hours can either be seen as a standalone novel telling the parallel stories of three women in three time periods or as a complementary text to Virginia Woolf s Mrs Dalloway I struggled with The Hours Full disclosure I struggled with it mostly because I heard Michael Cunningham speak at a screening, and he was an arrogant, pompous [...]

  14. Non credo che due persone avrebbero potuto essere pi felici di quanto siamo stati noi Scrivere una recensione, o anche uno straccio soltanto di commento su questo piccolo capolavoro impresa quanto mai ardua ed impossibile Potrei provarci e riprovarci rimmarebbe sempre la sensazione di non aver reso per nulla la grandezza e la perfezione di questo gioiello della letteratura contemporanea Allora potrei anche dire solo questo Vi basti questo qualunque recensione non pu nemmeno lontanamente rapprese [...]

  15. BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT I loved loved LOVED this book Every word, every page Fantastic writing, intricate structure, amazing insights I have LOADS of passages earmarked This is definitely a must read again and again and again and again I never cry when I read books this time I cried.FAVOURITE QUOTE It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a [...]

  16. There s just this for consolation an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we ve ever imagined, though everyone but children and perhaps even they knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and difficult p 225

  17. I saw the movie I read Virginia Woolf s Mrs Dalloway 2 stars and finally read this book.This is an easier read than Mrs Dalloway because this uses contemporary English Well, that thin book by Woolf was one of the first few classics that I had read upon joining and I knew I must have missed somethings that was why I just found it okay 2 stars I should read it again someday.The movie stayed true to this book so it was not hard to imagine the scenes described in here even if I saw it than a decade [...]

  18. There is no doubt that with this book, Michael Cunningham has done a beautiful job at interweaving the lives of Virginia Wolff, the author, and Clarissa Dalloway, one of his most famous fictional characters I was constantly surprised when reading through the 180 pages because I kept finding relations and connections that I hadn t seen before Even though I have watched the movie starring three of my favourite actresses, I think that the books gives you SO much of an insight into these hidden gem [...]

  19. I ll write a better review later, I want to collect all my thoughts and all my feelings , but I have been out all day and I just want to go to sleep right now BUT I do want to write about this marvellous book Undecided whether to see the movie before or after, I opted for watching parts of it I divided it into thirds and after reading the related parts I think it was the right choice, because it helped me dilute the book and therefore savour it, and compare the two of them The book is so much be [...]

  20. The Hours curiously begins with an ending Yet, before that ending, one the first leaflet one can note a quote from Jorge Luis Borges poem The Other Tiger It is fascinating that Michael Cunningham chose to use such a quote, considering Borges fascination with labyrinths and metalanguage For Cunningham has, in essence, created a convoluted labyrinth purely out of metalanguage A labyrinth that ends precisely where it begins as it weaves a path through history Yet this labyrinth is also in some degr [...]

  21. What has happened to me I started this book extremely annoyed and ended up liking it Why Why Why I don t quite know I have to thinkBy the book s end I know the central characters Who are they Let me start here The book follows three women First there is Virginia Woolf She is recovering from headaches, terrible headaches She is and was manic depressive The date of this thread is 1923 and Virginia is cared for, watched over or you might say even repressively ordered around by her dear husband who [...]

  22. I really enjoyed this book I enjoyed that it was beautifully written, even if sometimes too beautiful the kind of writing that makes you stop reading and think about it Anyway, I m always pleased at words that sound good togther, that look nice together, and I think the author s consistently good at it.Plot wise, I had seen the film before I read it, and although I didnt really remember much details, I think that helped me not getting confused about the characters, names, relationships, etc It s [...]

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