Name: The Hours
ISBN: 9780783887142

Michael Cunningham

In a novel of love, family inheritance, and desperation, the author offers a fictional account of Virginia Woolf's last days and her friendship with a poet living in his mother's shadow.

The Hours

The Hours is so full, just the way that life is full of history, sensations, textures, scents, details, conjectures, anxieties, memories, and moments of intense love and violence in and amongst the overspill of mundanity. 

Cunningham did untold damage to the literary genre with this novel as his tools have been continuously employed by lesser writers to poorer and poorer results over the past 25 years. Revisiting The Hours as a vital touchpoint for  contemporary literature just makes me feel so appreciative of Cunningham and Woolf both as singular talents/visionaries. 

I don’t think it’s possible to overhype The Hours. Genuine masterpiece. 

Shoob 🧸

The Hours is so full, just the way that life is full of history, sensations, textures, scents, details, conjectures, anxieties, memories, and moments of intense love and violence in and amongst the overspill of mundanity. 

Cunningham did untold damage to the literary genre with this novel as his tools have been continuously employed by lesser writers to poorer and poorer results over the past 25 years. Revisiting The Hours as a vital touchpoint for  contemporary literature just makes me feel so appreciative of Cunningham and Woolf both as singular talents/visionaries. 

I don’t think it’s possible to overhype The Hours. Genuine masterpiece. 