As Clarissa Dalloway walks through London on a fine June morning, a sky-writing plane captures her attention. Crowds stare upwards to decipher the message while the plane turns and loops, leaving off one letter, picking up another. Like the airplanes swooping path, Virginia Woolfs?ÿMrs. Dalloway?ÿfollows Clarissa and those whose lives brush hers–from Peter Walsh, whom […]