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Leonard Woolf Paperback – 3 Sept. 2007
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- Print length544 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSimon & Schuster
- Publication date3 Sept. 2007
- Dimensions12.9 x 3.12 x 19.81 cm
- ISBN-101416526072
- ISBN-13978-1416526070
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- Publisher : Simon & Schuster (3 Sept. 2007)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 544 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1416526072
- ISBN-13 : 978-1416526070
- Dimensions : 12.9 x 3.12 x 19.81 cm
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Leonard was the fourth of ten children born to Sidney Woolf and Marie de Jong. The Woolfs, who lived in Lexham Gardens, Kensington, were non-orthodox Jews, but Leonard was to remain a staunch atheist for the duration of his life. The family home was, Glendinning writes, "a matriarchal universe" which became all the more so after the early death of Leonard's father when the boy was 11.
He went up to Trinity College, Cambridge, in the last year of the 19th century. Reading Classics - he calculated that in a year he read 121 books outside of his course and ultimately left with a second-class degree - it was here that he met Lytton Strachey, Maynard Keynes, Saxon Sydney-Turner, Clive Bell, and Thoby Stephen (Virginia's brother, who was to die young). Having met Virginia briefly in Cambridge when she came to visit Thoby in 1903, Leonard saw her again a year later at 46 Gordon Square, London, before he left for Ceylon where he was to live and work as a civil servant for the next seven years.
Glendinning does not write particularly sympathetically about Virginia, I felt. Understandably she stresses the strain that her recurrent mental illness placed Leonard under, but Glendinning's commentary on what many consider to be sexual abuse at the hands of her half-brothers is nonchalant at best: "All girls have to have some first experience of male sexuality, and George's late-night petting, however unsavoury and unwanted, was no worse than most." There are also some factual errors: Stella Duckworth is referred to on p.126 as Virginia's step-sister when she was in fact her half-sister (being her mother's daughter from her first marriage). Astonishingly, she also gets the year of Vita Sackville-West's death wrong (giving it as 1963 instead of 1962 on p.429) - astonishing because Glendinning has written an entire biography on Sackville-West! There are also a few typographical errors which have not been cleared up in the new printing and Glendinning has covered some of her tracks by not providing page numbers in the footnotes for references.
Leonard outlived his famous wife by over 28 years. Less than two years after she committed suicide in 1941, he fell in love again, this time with a married women called Trekkie Parsons (née Ritchie). The stories of female 'fans' from near and afar who felt attracted to and protective of the aging literary celebrity are particularly funny - Leonard often wrote them kind and appreciative letters. Funnier still are the anecdotes about his pedantic irascibility in later life. When one bottle proved missing from a wine delivery or one of his garden tools malfunctioned, however slightly, Leonard shot off letter after letter of complaint, harassing store assistants until they caved in! Stubbornly independent to the last, he was still driving himself around in his late 80s. When Virginia Browne-Wilkinson - one of the many younger women he befriended after his wife's death - challenged him in his last year about his lifelong motto that nothing mattered, he had modified his view, telling her: "Nothing matters, and everything matters." (3.5 stars)
She has of course much to add to, and occasionally to correct, what Leonard Woolf has written himself, since she can bring in what other people have written to and about him. In particular she can say things about his personality that he would hardly have said himself. So she can portray him as often conscious, quite painfully so, of an outsider status even when he was apparently successfully integrated into the groups of which he was a member. He himself had spoken of having quite early on developed a `carapace' with which to protect himself, though he did not explain what he was protecting himself against. In his autobiography he says that he first developed it as a schoolboy at St. Paul's, and some pages later suggested that it was to protect himself from being considered an intellectual. That was most unlikely at as intellectually high-achieving a school as St Paul's; and he never recorded, as other Old Paulines like Compton Mackenzie and G.K. Chesterton were to do, that boys were often bullied at the St Paul's of those days for being Jewish. He did compare himself, allusively and without further elaboration, to a species of moth oddly called the `Setaceous (i.e. bristly) Hebrew Character' - a reference which Victoria Glendinning did not pick up. Only in the fifth and last volume of his autobiography does he say that he had `always been conscious of being a Jew', but claimed that antisemitism had `not touched me personally or only very peripherally.' When we consider that his wife Virginia frequently expressed her distaste for Jews, even in his hearing, we can see how much suppression there was at work in such a remark. In his second novel, The Wise Virgins, sharing in the readiness to hurt that was a characteristic of the Bloomsbury set, he even mocked his own Jewish family (as Virginia did), and showed the central character, himself, as `displaced ... and fitting in nowhere' (Glendinning's words.) But in that novel he was equally scathing about the `bloodless' Bloomsbury characters.
The Bloomsbury Circle of which he was a part were notoriously uninhibited in expressing themselves. Leonard Woolf was close to the flamboyant Lytton Strachey, and their early correspondence was dripping with their sexual drives and in particular with Strachey's flaunting his homosexual activities. Leonard contributed his share of activities, though these were, until his (sexually unsatisfactory) marriage, with female prostitutes: one feels that he was under a compulsion to prove to his friend that he was not inhibited either.
He did make a devoted husband. (Victoria Glendinning does not agree with the few writers of who have doubted this.) Though Leonard had known before he married her that Virginia had had breakdowns, nothing could have prepared him for the severity and frequency of her attacks during the next 29 years, which were a terrible ordeal for him also. At one time her rages were directed at him, and he would move out of their home for a while for both their sakes. She (and others in the circle) found his involvement with the Women's Cooperative Guild and with the Fabians a dreary waste of time; for him, `drugging himself with work', it helped him a little to cope. But most of the time Virginia knew how much she owed to his love and reciprocated it; and she was desperately anxious for his good opinions of her books. Incidentally, while we are told, for example, that `in 1923 Virginia had three new hats, two pairs of drawers, two pairs of shoes, two cloaks, one coat, one dress, one skirt and one jumper', there is no appraisal whatever in this book of the nature of her genius. Nor, for that matter, is there a detailed enough discussion of the content of Leonard's pre-1933 political and literary writings and various editorships which were (apart from the Hogarth Press) the main source of his income.
The impact of Virginia's suicide on Leonard is movingly described. He was devastated; but within two years, at the age of 63, he fell in love with the artist Trekkie Parsons, with whom he had `a long and lovely autumn' (as Quentin Bell would write to her after his death). Trekkie, as robust as Virginia had been frail, was married to Ian, a director of the publishing house Chatto & Windus with which the Hogarth Press would eventually merge. They had a strong marriage and she had no intention of leaving him, although she loved Leonard, too. When Ian was posted to France, Trekkie came to live with Leonard at Rodmell. Ian accepted this, and when he returned from the war, Trekkie would spend the weekend with him in a house they had found near Leonard's home in Rodmell and the rest of the week with Leonard. Leonard still worked productively, and his brother found him `looking the picture of contented old age' and many young people, especially women, found him a lovable old man. He travelled, with Trekkie, to Ceylon in his 80th year to revisit the places where he had worked as a young colonial civil servant; and to the US and Canada when he was 85. He remained physically spry and mentally alert to almost the very end of his life four years later. Victoria Glendinning has taken us through a remarkable life.






