The New York Times and Virginia Woolf didn’t get off to a great start. In an unsigned review of her first novel, “The Voyage Out,” in the daily Times in 1920, the critic found, “aside from a certain cleverness,” “little in this offering to make it stand out from the ruck of mediocre novels which make far less literary pretension.” The review did note “a possibility of something worthwhile from the same pen in the future.” Indeed.
In 1923, the Book Review said “Jacob’s Room” “impresses upon the reader of English fiction the great quality of the women now writing in that country.” (Time was not equally kind to the other authors mentioned in this class, including Mary Butts, Ethel Colburn Mayne and Elinor Mordaunt.) By 1925, writing about “Mrs. Dalloway,” John W. Crawford compared the rhythm of Woolf’s writing to “the development of a symphony. It is incredible that this could be done with English prose.””
Last night, after eating dinner at Pancho’s Glennis and I decided to go riding. Glennis suggested a race back to the corral. As I got very close, in the lead, I saw someone had closed the gate. My horse and I pulled about 3 g’s trying to avoid the fence. Well…. my horse pulled 3, I flew over the fence and cracked a couple of ribs. We didn’t want to go to the base doc – they’d ground me.
So the next day, we go to the local vet. He patches me up and says, “Don’t do nothin’ strenuous.” I go to Ridley and tell him, “We got a problem.” Ridley contemplates this, went into the hangar, found a broom. and sawed off the end. We practiced me sitting in the X-1 and closing the door with the broomstick with my left hand. It works on the ground.”