I don't like this book very much. Perhaps I have chosen the wrong biography of Virginia Woolf, but the author seems to me that he interprets, more than tells, the final 10 years of life of this authoress, and well, I suppose he's qualified, but I would prefer another class of story because I don't know very much about the protagonist.
According Herbert, one can attain some conclusions: Virginia Woolf was a sort of genius of intellect and literature, but poor gifted for current, instinctive or affective life. Common people found her in the streets of London as indefinitely and strangely appealing owing to her manners, her costumes... this isn't clear but it's not rare these things to happen to the geniuses, while in the other hand, his friends were frequently homosexuals, surely by the time usually under suspicion, and people of the very intellectual and artistic elite of those years. Some episodes about diseases of friends and several deaths remember to us the precariousness of current medical practice by 1920 - 1930, and ever more, in the ground of the psychiatric troubles that Virginia had to endure, possessing an excessive sensibility and auto exigency with his writing work. The II World War was too much for her, expecting a German invasion and not being yet young. Her husband appears as a well intentioned man but eternally surpassed and surprised by his outstanding wife. His constant precautions about Virginia's health didn't work at last. As it were it seems she had planned her suicide time ago, in her mind possibly conceived not as an act of full desperation, but of liberation, and you difficult can stop a plan from so wise person.