I just finished Mrs. Dalloway on an airplane ride to Indiana (this trip was why I was sadly absent from blogging over the weekend). I decided to read it simply because I never had before, and I knew it was supposed to be very good. I wasn’t nearly as blown away by it as I thought I would- some beautiful images, good musings on life, and inventive prose to be sure, but still just a tiny bit less than I was expecting. I think that’s the only way that Virginia Woolf and Beach House don’t line up in my eyes. Beach House isn’t even the tiniest bit overrated (though who knows what with the hype for the new album right now), but I thought of their music immediately as I was reading Mrs. Dalloway. It’s very beautiful, but somehow alien and difficult to decipher at times. Dreamy, filmed through gauze, so everything is prettier, but questionably real. That’s exactly how I feel about Woolf’s beautiful prose, and can think of nothing even remotely as good to pair this novel with. I went with D.A.R.L.I.N.G. for its quiet optimism, but nearly any Beach House song would do.