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  • Paperback
  • 230 pages
  • The Hours
  • Michael Cunningham
  • English
  • 09 April 2018
  • 0312305060

The Hours 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 S 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


About the Author: Michael Cunningham

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.


10 thoughts on “The Hours

  1. says:

    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 pillsdie 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 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 pillsdie 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 bethan 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 somethingcommercially 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 VanessaVanessa 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 islike 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 homeShe 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,it 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 herthan 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 seeof my most recent book and movie reviews, visit also have a Facebook blogger page at

  2. says:

    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 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 superficial Was it the length just 220 pages and the relative ease with which I read it less than 2 hours Or perhaps the heavily laden sentences that perhaps dipped low towards being pretentious No, I have never seen the movie And, yes, perhaps I should But as a standalone novel, I have a hard time understanding why this one was chosen for the Pulitzer in 1997 Not having read either of the runner ups Cloudsplitter by Russel Banks about abolitionist John Brown or The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsiolver about the Belgian colonisation of the Congo , both were far longer and of considerablydepth in terms of historical scope from what I can tell And yet, the Pulitzer committee settled on this short novel nearly a novella Well, I am not sure that I would have been in agreement and perhaps need to read the other two finalists to base aconsistent opinion Regardless, I was not blown away by The Hours, but perhaps will read Flesh and Blood by this author as suggested by another reviewer here on GR

  3. says:

    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 mo 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 American women who are trying to make rewarding lives for themselves in spite of the demands of friends, lovers, and family.Clarissa Vaughan is a book editor who lives in present day Greenwich Village when we meet her, she is buying flowers to display at a party for her friend Richard, and ailing poet who has just won a major literary prize Laura Brown is a housewife in postwar California who is bringing up her only son and looking for her true life outside of her stifling marriage.With rare ease and assurance, Cunningham makes the two women s lives converge with Virginia Woolf s in an unexpected and heartbreaking way during the party for Richard As the novel jump cuts through the twentieth century, every line resonates with Cunningham s clear, strong, surprising lyrical contemporary voice.Passionate, profound and deeply moving, The Hours is Michael Cunningham s most remarkable achievement to date.My Review Three women mirror the facets of the life of Clarissa Dalloway, heroine of the novel Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf One life is Mrs Woolf herself, shown in the depths of despair as she convalesces from one of her crippling bouts with depression in the suburban aridity of Richmond while pining for life in London s Bloomsbury, writing her novel of the exquisite nature of the quotidian Another is the life of Mrs Laura Brown, dying a million deaths every day in suburban Los Angeles, raising a son and pregnant again by a good man she doesn t love, as she reads Mrs Dalloway and ponders escape Lastly the life of Clarissa Vaughn, whose long unrequited love for Richard Brown, her gay poet novelist friend, has led her to care for him tenderly in his final years as an AIDS patient He long ago nicknamed her Mrs Dalloway, both for her first name and for her exquisitely self abnegating strength.Over the course of one day in the life of each woman, everything she knows and feels about her life is sharply refocused it is made clear to each that, to escape the trap she is in, she must accept change or die in the trap The ending of the book brings all three strands to their inevitable conclusions, with surprising overlaps.I first read this when it came out in 1998 I fell in love instantly, as I had with Mrs Dalloway at a slightly earlier date I loved the imaginative structure of interwoven lives, commenting on each other and riffing off the events in each world, echoing some facet in every case the events in the iconic novel Mrs Dalloway.I can t give it five stars because, in the end, I wondered a bit if the clever clever hadn t gotten in the way of the emotional core of the book, which I saw as the gritty determination of the women to live on their own terms and in their own lives not dependent on convention In making the book conform to this ideal, I felt that some plot strands weren t honestly dealt with but rather forced into a shape required by the author s plans.That cavil aside, the book is beautifully written and wonderfully interestingly conceived I d recommend it heartily, and suggest reading it in conjunction with the movie

  4. says:

    three stories complicated i feel like doesn t understand anything blow my mind but still was something beautiful about it

  5. says:

    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 t 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 characters I was not drawn to them, I felt no bond with them at all I didn t care about them in any way, and with any book you read you should at least care about your characters a little bit, right I remember watching the movie and not being very entertained by that either, so perhaps that clouded my judgement when I started reading this But I don t really think so seeing as how I didn t really remember much of the movie, except the ending, which is what I will probably only remember about the novel when I look back on it.Usually I m one of those people that desperately wants you to read the books if you re going to see the movie, you know, getinvolved But, if I remember correctly, the book and the movie are pretty much the exact same thing So if you want to save yourself some time, go watch the movie That is if you re really all that interested in the story at all

  6. says:

    rtc

  7. says:

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

  8. says:

    89 The Hours, Michael Cunningham 2012 1382 236 1383 1382 240 89 The Hours, Michael Cunningham 2012 1382 236 1383 1382 240

  9. says:

    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

  10. says:

    4.5 5 stars Such a clever book.

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