Orlando is a fictional biography spanning 300 years of Orlando’s existence and grappling with love, convention, literature and most notably gender. 

This book is complete and utter chaos in the truest of Woolf fashion. The continental and temporal jumps are all over the place and yet so simultaneously central and irrelevant. As a reader you are blinded by the evocative descriptions and clever meta-fictional and social commentary. Did I have to google a plot summary upon finishing? Yes. Did I love every second of this book? Also Yes. Woolf’s imagery is simply unmatched and for this text in particular I found myself longing to research the tactical employment of clothing and performance in gender! Additionally, this books awareness of its own existence provides a witty critical sub-narrative seamlessy blending with Woolf’s existing works!