Seemingly incomprehensible, the way in which the author has expressed her views, is one that demands the utmost respect. Since "The Last of the Mohicans" by Cooper, Woolf is perhaps the first writer that I have encountered who expresses her ideas in an intricate web of words which swirl around you and engulf you in a meaning of their own rather that let you form one for yourself.
The entire book revolves around the perception of people from the point of view of others as well as themselves, leaving apart the underlying story which does not hold much substance (it is, as I believe, an autobiographical work by the author). The character building of the two central characters (Mrs. and Mr. Ramsay) is shown through the eyes of multiple persons. And then there is the fundamental objective of an artist: the striving for "a vision", that has been discussed over the three chapters of the story.
It was an interesting read to say the least. At the end of the book I was left wondering what the story was all about but I was very convinced about what the writer had intended to tell me, make me feel. Woolf relies on her words and sentences to do the greater part of her communication than her story. Certainly one of those few authors that I wish and intend to read in the future. Partially because of the very impressive name and partly because of the very engaging way of writing, which I find equally impressive. The play with the words is amazing. However the stories are a bit too feminist for my personal liking.
