
The Voyage Out is Virginia Woolf's debut novel, a rich and introspective exploration of youth and self-discovery, centring Rachel Vinrace, a young woman embarking on a journey of both physical and emotional awakening.
Aboard her father's ship, the Euphrosyne, Rachel sets sail from England to South America, where she is introduced to a diverse group of travellers, each with their own ideals, passions, and struggles. The ship's passage is wracked by storms and although Rachel is accompanied by her father, uncle, and aunt, she spends the journey feeling alone as she explores her ichanging perception of the world. As the ship reaches its destination, the passengers settle in the fictional town of Santa Marina, where Rachel sets off alone and begins to better understand her place in society.
First published in 1915 and written with Woolf's characteristic depth and sensitivity, The Voyage Out introduces the feminist themes that would define her later works. Through its vivid descriptions and keen psychological insight, Woolf's first novel offers a compelling portrait of a young woman's journey towards self-understanding.
Virginia Woolf was an English novelist, essayist, diarist, epistler, publisher, feminist, and writer of short stories, regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century. ([Source][1].) [Comment from Ursula Le Guin on The Guardian][2]: > You can't write science fiction well if you haven't read it, though not all who try to write it know this. But nor can you write it well if you haven't read anything else. Genre is a rich dialect, in which you can say certain things in a particularly satisfying way, but if it gives up connection with the general literary language it becomes a jargon, meaningful only to an ingroup. Useful models may be found quite outside the genre. I learned a lot from reading the ever-subversive Virginia Woolf. > I was 17 when I read [Orlando][3]. It was half-revelation, half-confusion to me at that age, but one thing was clear: that she imagined a society vastly different from our own, an exotic world, and brought it dramatically alive. I'm thinking of the Elizabethan scenes, the winter when the Thames froze over. Reading, I was there, saw the bonfires blazing in the ice, felt the marvellous strangeness of that moment 500 years ago – the authentic thrill of being taken absolutely elsewhere. > How did she do it? By precise, specific descriptive details, not heaped up and not explained: a vivid, telling imagery, highly selected, encouraging the reader's imagination to fill out the picture and see it luminous, complete. > In [Flush][4], Woolf gets inside a dog's mind, that is, a non-human brain, an alien mentality – very science-fictional if you look at it that way. Again what I learned was the power of accurate, vivid, highly selected detail. I imagine Woolf looking down at the dog asleep beside the ratty armchair she wrote in and thinking what are your dreams? and listening . . . sniffing the wind . . . after the rabbit, out on the hills, in the dog's timeless world. > Useful stuff, for those who like to see through eyes other than our own. [1]:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf [2]: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/14/science-fiction-authors-choice [3]: http://openlibrary.org/works/OL39360W/Orlando [4]: http://openlibrary.org/works/OL39320W/Flush

The Voyage Out is Virginia Woolf's debut novel, a rich and introspective exploration of youth and self-discovery, centring Rachel Vinrace, a young woman embarking on a journey of both physical and emotional awakening.
Aboard her father's ship, the Euphrosyne, Rachel sets sail from England to South America, where she is introduced to a diverse group of travellers, each with their own ideals, passions, and struggles. The ship's passage is wracked by storms and although Rachel is accompanied by her father, uncle, and aunt, she spends the journey feeling alone as she explores her ichanging perception of the world. As the ship reaches its destination, the passengers settle in the fictional town of Santa Marina, where Rachel sets off alone and begins to better understand her place in society.
First published in 1915 and written with Woolf's characteristic depth and sensitivity, The Voyage Out introduces the feminist themes that would define her later works. Through its vivid descriptions and keen psychological insight, Woolf's first novel offers a compelling portrait of a young woman's journey towards self-understanding.
Virginia Woolf was an English novelist, essayist, diarist, epistler, publisher, feminist, and writer of short stories, regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century. ([Source][1].) [Comment from Ursula Le Guin on The Guardian][2]: > You can't write science fiction well if you haven't read it, though not all who try to write it know this. But nor can you write it well if you haven't read anything else. Genre is a rich dialect, in which you can say certain things in a particularly satisfying way, but if it gives up connection with the general literary language it becomes a jargon, meaningful only to an ingroup. Useful models may be found quite outside the genre. I learned a lot from reading the ever-subversive Virginia Woolf. > I was 17 when I read [Orlando][3]. It was half-revelation, half-confusion to me at that age, but one thing was clear: that she imagined a society vastly different from our own, an exotic world, and brought it dramatically alive. I'm thinking of the Elizabethan scenes, the winter when the Thames froze over. Reading, I was there, saw the bonfires blazing in the ice, felt the marvellous strangeness of that moment 500 years ago – the authentic thrill of being taken absolutely elsewhere. > How did she do it? By precise, specific descriptive details, not heaped up and not explained: a vivid, telling imagery, highly selected, encouraging the reader's imagination to fill out the picture and see it luminous, complete. > In [Flush][4], Woolf gets inside a dog's mind, that is, a non-human brain, an alien mentality – very science-fictional if you look at it that way. Again what I learned was the power of accurate, vivid, highly selected detail. I imagine Woolf looking down at the dog asleep beside the ratty armchair she wrote in and thinking what are your dreams? and listening . . . sniffing the wind . . . after the rabbit, out on the hills, in the dog's timeless world. > Useful stuff, for those who like to see through eyes other than our own. [1]:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf [2]: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/14/science-fiction-authors-choice [3]: http://openlibrary.org/works/OL39360W/Orlando [4]: http://openlibrary.org/works/OL39320W/Flush