Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 402 pp., $19.95
Readers may be too weary to contemplate even one single more book associated with Bloomsbury, but where this last volume of Woolf's diary is concerned the recoil should be resisted. Forget the T-shirts, the ballyhoo, the copies of That Picture of the angelic Virginia Stephen pinned up by a multitude of seventeen-year-old girls next to Millais's Ophelia and the worn teddy bear. Ars longa, ballyhoo brevis. The Bloomsbury publishing boom deserves a separate, objective analysis in its own right. This is the final volume of a major work by a serious writer.
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