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    Flush

    By Virginia Woolf

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    The story of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s cocker spaniel—by Virginia Woolf, who has “made him a real and vivid personality . . . in her most delightful style” (Kirkus Reviews).
     
    Wanting to “ease [her] brain” after writing The Waves, Virginia Woolf turned to the correspondence between poets Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning—and found in their love letters an unexpected inspiration in their shared joy and affection for Flush, their cocker spaniel. As she put it, “the figure of their dog made me laugh so I couldn’t resist making him a Life.”
     
    Here Flush tells his story as well as the love story of Robert Browning and his wife, complete with horrid maids, bullying fellow dogs, mysterious illnesses, and clandestine romance. Along the way, plenty of other topics are explored, including the barriers between man and animal, the miseries of London, and the oppression of women by “father and tyrants.”
     
    Imbued with Woolf’s philosophical views about the repressive Victorian mindset, Flush is a unique and imaginative story of a dog, of what it means to love—spiritually, emotionally, and unconditionally—and of what it means to human. A unique literary treat, it is “a brilliant biographical tour de force” (The New York Times) and “a canine classic” (The Guardian).
     
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateOct 4, 1976
    ISBN9780547539645
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    Virginia Woolf

    Virginia Woolf was an English novelist, essayist, short story writer, publisher, critic and member of the Bloomsbury group, as well as being regarded as both a hugely significant modernist and feminist figure. Her most famous works include Mrs Dalloway, To the Lighthouse and A Room of One’s Own.

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    • 4/5
      ... or the story of a cocker spaniel. The imaginary biography of the real english poet Elizabeth Browning and her real dog through the eyes of the latter. Nice short read.
    • 3/5
      Wait, wait, this is Virginia Woolf? Somehow I thought it would be...well, VERY different. Flush is the spaniel who famously belonged to Elizabeth Barrett Browning (she wrote a poem to him) and I really can't make out what Woolf was aiming at with this one. The book is written as a straightforward biography - it is not particularly cutesy, and not written tongue-in-cheek either, although there are certainly flashes of humor. There is interesting detail about the Brownings, most of it historically accurate, some of it less so; there are quotes from Elizabeth's letters, and I DO love anyone who quotes from the letters, which happen to be my very favorite reading material of all time. But quite honestly? It's a quick and quite pleasant read, but...Maybe it's me, but i just don't get the point of this canine biography.
    • 4/5
      This evidently isn't quite the lightweight literary joke Woolf pretends it is: I've been working my own way through EBB's letters lately, and I can confirm that it's not something you can do in a couple of afternoons in a deck chair. By my count, she must have trawled through something like 3000 pages of letters to get together the material for this little book, not to mention some supremely-boring tomes on dog-breeding. There's obviously more to it than just a playful response to Strachey's Eminent Victorians and the serious art of literary biography as practised by Woolf's father.One thing she's doing, clearly, is using the dog's point of view on the Brownings as a pretext for filtering the information we are given, so that their "Great Romance" can be made to fit her own agenda. Robert Browning is deliberately marginalised (as, oddly enough, is Elizabeth Wilson, who is relegated to a six-page footnote) so that we see EBB digging her own escape-tunnel out of Wimpole Street. This is also underlined by the way EBB's ill-health is treated: in Woolf's account, we are allowed to suppose that she becomes perfectly fit and well once she manages to free herself from the claustrophobic confinement of Wimpole Street/England/her father. A lot is made of the contrast between England, with its Kennel Club rules and park-keepers to enforce rigid class-distinctions, where dogs must be kept on chains for their own protection from evil dog-snatchers (i.e. the lower classes), and the friendly, noisy, and constructive chaos of Italy. (This looks a little odd for someone writing in 1932: Britain is effectively being associated with the mindless fascism of the dog-breeding books, Italy with liberalism. Musso-who?)I think Woolf does allow us to be a little critical of EBB: like Woolf herself, she was a clever woman who profited from a privileged background and a Room of Her Own to establish herself as a writer. From the dog's point of view, the poet's "writing, writing, writing" is a futile exercise not to be compared with the joys of pursuing carefree canine sexual encounters, discarded macaroni, and the many fascinating smells of Florence. And she does get in a few digs at EBB's weakness for the Spiritualist fashion of the time. All the same, we're definitely not meant to see how dependent EBB was on her husband and servants for the practicalities of life, and by quoting the sonnet "To Flush" in the closing pages Woolf ensures that we are left with the idea that poetry is important, whatever a dog may think.So, it's selective, it's polemic, but it's Woolf pulling out all the stops to write lively, intelligent, subversive prose, and to give proper credit to a great poet who was going through rather a phase of neglect at the time. We can enjoy it without getting too worked up about the message.
    • 5/5
      Flush: A Biography by Virginia Woolf; Persephone; (5*)Flush is a first person fictional narrative about the Cocker Spaniel owned by Elizabeth Barrett/Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The real dog was stolen three times but in the novella it is capsulized into a story of one theft.Virginia Woolf opens the novel writing as if the book is non-fiction. After a few pages, she slips into the narrative form with the dog describing his life. She explores the dog's relation to the owner and tells us what it is like to be a dog. The dog is very sensitive to the moods of his owner and is protective, even becoming jealous on an occasion or two. One could say that Woolf gives Flush a soul.This story is light hearted and avoids the heavy cloud of despair usually portrayed in books about the Barretts of Wimpole Street, though Wimpole Street is the setting of the first part of the book.I loved how Woolf described Flush running through the parks, chasing birds & whatnot; lying soaking up the sun, etc. Her descriptiveness of a 'dog's life' is pretty spot on. This story allows Woolf to be more playful than any of the other piece she has written. The mix of fiction and fact allows her to tell a story filled with heroes and villians which make the book quite captivating like an adult fairy tale. By the end I was fully engaged and completely consumed by Flush and his life. I didn't want it to end but sadly it had to. This is a must for any fan of Woolf or even anyone who has a love for animals. The deeper meaning of the narrative is the telling of loyalty and love. We can all take a lesson from that.I fell in love with this little book and highly recommend it. It boggles my mind just how timeless Virginia Woolf's works are.
    • 5/5
      My favorite biography. This short novel/biography is about Elizabeth Barret Browning's dog, and it cites its sources. Fanciful, humorous, but still meaningful, and it has my favorite ending paragraph of any book I've read so far.
    • 3/5
      Meh. Virginia Woolf's biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's cocker spaniel. I already knew the outline of Flush's life, partly from Shaggy Muses by Maureen Adams, and it just didn't bear up to further attention, I guess. It's not much of a story, except for the kidnapping part. But maybe, if you weren't already familiar with it...
    • 5/5
      A blend of fiction and non-fiction, this is a neo-biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning told from the point of view of her cocker spaniel. Sensitive, real and very very cute.
    • 4/5
      Woolf tells the story of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett from the point of view of their dog, Flush. Besides being interesting in conception, Woolf brings to bear her enormous talents as a crafter of Englis.
    • 5/5
      Wonderful! With great wit and insight into the dog/human bond
    • 4/5
      A delightful short story of the relationship between poets Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning told from the point of view of Barrett's spaniel pet Flush. Humorous and cleverly told
    • 4/5
      More of an amuse-bouche than a novel, Flush is an unsurprisingly delightful read.
    • 3/5
      An imaginative book! Based on bits Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote about her cocker spaniel, Virginia Woolf gives him a voice. It's a quick, light read, perfect for a summer day or even a cold winter evening by the fire. Weirdly, the dog on the cover is not a cocker spaniel and, in fact, I cannot find any publisher info inside. Looks like it may have been self-pubbed and POD, so someone could be profiting from Woolf's work. I'd advise choosing any version but this one for that reason.
    • 5/5
      I have no idea how to categorize Flush: a Biography. Flush is a “biography” of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s devoted spaniel, which is fictional and imaginative, so it’s basically a cross-genre book. The novella covers Flush’s long lifespan and highlights major event in his life, starting with his arrival at the Wimpole Street house in 1842. We also get to see Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s life through Flush’s eyes, from her courtship with Robert Browning to their elopement to Italy and beyond.I expected this novella (for it’s not really a biography in the traditional sense) to be more in the style of Virginia Woolf’s other novels, so I was a little bit apprehensive about Flush. But I was pleasantly surprised. Flush is an easy, enjoyable read, mostly because of the subject matter, but also because it’s an extremely playful and sometimes funny read. Virginia Woolf infuses Flush with warmth and life and makes him a likeable character. He is extremely snobbish and has a really defined sense of class and his own place in the world—a small-scale reflection of what’s going on in Victorian London. He can be a bit boorish at times, but he is still lovable. Woolf really gets you into Flush’s head without making the story or subject matter seem too twee. I especially liked the way Woolf dealt with the birth of the Brownings’ son, and how confused poor Flush was! Flush is one of Virginia Woolf’s lesser-known works, but it’s a very clever novel nonetheless.
    • 4/5
      Written by Virginia Woolfe, published in 1933....a biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's cocker spaniel, FlushSometimes whimsical, sometimes sober, the story is told from the Flush's perspective.....a unique glance at Victorian England and the vintage feeling of entering the everyday life of Elizabeth Barrett Browning★ ★ ★ ★
    • 5/5
      If you have felt awed and reluctant to read Virginia Woolf, whose novels do suffer from the reputation of being intellectual or difficult, it might be refreshing to try some of her later work. While strream-of-consciousness is supposedly a very free style, characterised by impulsiveness and lack of restraint, some readers experience Woolf's early novels as experimental and confusing.However, Virginia Woolf also has a very humouristic side to her, which, combined with a virtuous command of the language had led to the creation of some very fine prose, such as in the autobiographical Moments of Being. Some of Woolf's non-fiction is also of lasting impressions, particularly recommendable there would be the short, but very fine essays in The London Scene, published in 1931. Readers who would dismiss Flush. A biography, published in 1933, as a silly story about a dog, should think twice. Actually, the book is a very clever biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) was one of the most important Victorian English poets. She was weak and sickly from an early age, a condition which improved when she moved to Italy in the 1840s. Out of admiration for her poetry, the British poet Robert Browning started a correspondance with her, secretly courting, and eventually marrying her. She took an interest in the social cause, and was a follower of the progressive ideas of Mary Wollstonecraft.Readers of Woolf's Flush. A biography would be largely aware of the biography ofElizabeth Barrett Browning, although she had died 70 years earlier. Woolf's book puports to be the biography of Barrett Browning's dog, which in some sense it is. Elizabeth Barrett Browning did own a dog, Flush, which was given her by her friend Mary Russell Mitford, and many of the incidences described in the biography really occured. Based on letters and other documents, Woolf reconstructed and described the life of the dog.This is done with a great deal of humour, and empathy. The unique perspective, that is to say, the world from the viewpoint of a dog, is remarkably, cleverly well-done. There is a great amount of detail in describing noise, odours, and colours. But dogs and also very good at sensing the mood of their owners, and the mood and life of Elizabeth Barrett Browning shines through in every part of the book.As a pedigree spaniel, Flush was a very aristocratic dog, and its life in the household at Wimpole Street reflects that social states. The social agenda of poverty in the slums of London sneaks into the book in the episode which describes how Flush was kidnapped for ransom. After all, the life time of Flush was the high time of publication of Charles Dickens. Flush. A biography has quite some characteristics of the rags-and-riches, or prince-and-pauper style fiction, and also forms a prelude to the later famous The Hundred and One Dalmatians by the English novelist Dodie Smith.All in all, Flush. A biography is a very poetic biography of particular interest to readers who enjoy literary criticism, cultural history, and particularly biography describing the inspirational part of the Victorian era, and its light-footed escape to Pisa and Florence.
    • 4/5
      This is the story of the romance of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning as seen through the eyes of Elizabeth’s dog, Flush. My public library categorizes this as “Biography” as does the designation on the back of my copy. Virginia Woolf’s notes at the end of the book tells where she found the information she includes which qualifies it as biography. Most importantly, my 999 Biography category needs more help than my 999 Poets & Poetry category! That said, this is a delightful read for a leisurely afternoon. Woolf really understands dogs and Flush is very believable and a well rounded “character.” Highly recommended for those who love dogs and/or Virginia Woolf.
    • 4/5
      I love dogs and 19th century British literature so I couldn't resist this biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Cocker Spaniel, Flush, when I came across it in my public library's Overdrive collection. Elizabeth Barrett was an invalid when Flush came to live with her. By the end of Flush's life, she had married Robert Browning and moved to Italy. Flush's biography gives readers a dog's eye view of the Brownings' courtship and marriage. Woolf's writing reveals an understanding of and sympathy with dogs. She also slips in some interesting tidbits about Browning's circle, such as Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton believing himself to be invisible. It's an undemanding and entertaining read that will appeal to many dog lovers.

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    Flush - Virginia Woolf

    Copyright 1933 by Harcourt, Inc.

    Copyright renewed 1961 by Leonard Woolf

    Introduction copyright © 1983 by Trekkie Ritchie

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

    For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to trade.permissions@hmhco.com or to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 3 Park Avenue, 19th Floor, New York, New York 10016.

    www.hmhco.com

    The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

    Woolf, Virginia Stephen, 1882-1941.

    Flush: a biography.

    (A Harvest book)

    1. Dogs—Legends and stories. 2. Browning Elizabeth (Barrett) 1806–1861—Biography.

    I. Title.

    PR6045.072F5 1976 823'.9'12 76-14891

    ISBN 0-15-631952-7 (pbk.)

    eISBN 978-0-547-53964-5

    v2.0217

    Introduction

    ON 26 July 1926, Vita Sackville-West gave the Woolfs a cocker spaniel puppy which they named Pinka (or Pinker). She ate holes in Virginia’s skirt and devoured Leonard’s proofs. But, writes Virginia, she is an angel of light. Leonard says seriously she makes him believe in God . . . and this after she has wetted his floor 8 times in one day. For nine years Pinka was the much loved companion of both Leonard and Virginia, though in time she became essentially Leonard’s dog.

    Loved as she was, the pattern of her life naturally became woven into the pattern of theirs. The daily habits; her walk with Leonard round Tavistock Square garden in the morning before the day’s work began. Her joke of extinguishing, with her paw, Virginia’s match when she lit a cigarette, and so on. Virginia mentions her again and again in letters and diaries.

    In A Boy at the Hogarth Press Richard Kennedy gives glimpses of her. "L.W. was very nice to me: he asked me to walk round the Square with him. Pinka, L.W.’s spaniel, seems to be suffering from worms and drags his (sic) bottom along the carpet in the office but this does not seem to worry L.W. And two years later, The other day when L.W. was making an entry in a ledger Pinka calmly climbed on a chair and licked his nose. They have got to look rather alike. Pinka’s nose is getting rather grey".

    In 1934, on a visit to Ireland while staying with Cyril Connolly in Limerick, Virginia writes, We went to the wishing well, where there are broken cups as offerings and half a rosary and L wished that Pinka might not smell. And finally the sad entry in May 1935. Home again, and how queer, as we drove up there was Pinka’s basket being carried up by Percy, and she had died yesterday: her body was in the basket. Just as we were saying that we would see her in a moment . . . So that’s what’s bound to happen we said. A very silent breakfast. I had been saying how she would put out my match and all the usual jokes. And the intensity of the sense of death—even for a dog—how odd—our feeling of her character, and the grotesqueness—something pathetic, and the depression, and the I suppose fear of sentimentality, and so on.

    Pinka was Flush.

    The first mention of the book occurs in Virginia’s diary on 7 August 1931: "writing Flush of a morning, half seriously to ease my brain, knotted by all that last screw of The Waves. On 16 September, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, she asks for a photograph of Vita’s spaniel ‘Henry’ for, says she, I ask for a special reason connected with a little escapade by means of which I hope to stem the ruin we shall suffer from the failure of The Waves". This must be the photograph used as the frontispiece of the book.

    The failure of The Waves was, of course, an imagined one. Always on completing a work Virginia was in a state of agony as to how it would be received and always feared the worst. But The Waves had indeed demanded a great deal from her and she was exhausted, and so the thought of writing a short light book was attractive. The idea of making a story about the Brownings’ dog came to her when she read the Browning letters; as she tells an American admirer who had written to her asking if he might buy the manuscript, I am very glad to think that you share my sympathy for Flush. The idea came to me that he deserved a biography last summer when I was reading the Browning letters. But in fact very little is known about him, and I have had to invent a good deal—the more I know him, the more affection I feel for him. The dog who acted his part was black—but there can be no doubt that Flush was red.

    As an artist makes quick studies on the backs of envelopes or whatever may be handy, and later uses these in the creation of a picture, so Virginia drew on her acute visual memory and daily observations of Pinka to create Flush. Flush has human thoughts, of course, but throughout the book he is physically there as a real dog. His relationship with his mistress, a particularly spaniel relationship, is perfectly imagined and recorded. He is content to lie beside her on the sofa (in what must have been a very stuffy room) for hour after hour, content so long as he is beside her. Of course he resented the intrusion of Mr. Browning, exactly as one knows a dog would. His emotions are as accurately explored as his physical appearance is drawn for us. He thinks as Virginia would think if she were a dog, but he looks and acts as a dog would look and act from youth to old age.

    Flush dances through the meadows as a puppy. The cool globes of dew or rain broke in showers of iridescent spray about his nose; the earth, here hard, here soft, here hot, here cold, stung, teased and tickled the soft pads of his feet. Then what a variety of smells interwoven in subtlest combination thrilled his nostrils . . ..

    Then suddenly and completely his life is changed, he becomes Miss Elizabeth Barrett’s dog. Now he must accustom himself to a stuffy room and to an almost totally indoor life. The traffic droned on perpetually outside with muffled reverberations: now and again a voice went calling hoarsely, ‘Old chairs and baskets to mend’, down the street: sometimes there was a jangle of organ music, coming nearer and louder; going further and fading away. But none of these sounds meant freedom, or action, or exercise. The wind and the rain, the wild days of autumn and the cold days of midwinter, all alike meant nothing to Flush except warmth and stillness; the lighting of lamps, the drawing of curtains and the poking of the fire.

    Finally there is the old dog in Florence. The market woman scratched him behind the ear. She had often cuffed him for stealing a grape, or for some other misdemeanour; but he was old now; and she was old. He guarded her melons and she scratched his ear. So she knitted and he dozed. The flies buzzed on the great pink melon that had been sliced open to show its flesh. The sun burst deliciously through the lily leaves and through the green and white umbrella. The marble statue tempered its heat to a champagne freshness. Flush lay and let it burn through his fur to the naked skin. And when he was roasted on one side he turned over and let the sun roast the other.

    How real he is lying there twitching in the sunshine. But though he seems to have been so effortlessly created for us, writing the book did not prove as easy a task as Virginia had anticipated. Her mind had already become engrossed in the novel which she first called The Pargiters and which was published as The Years. Writing Flush became a burden and she was full of doubts about it. She writes in her diary, Four months of work and heaven knows how much reading—not of an exalted kind either—and I can’t see how to make anything of it. It’s not the right subject for that length: it’s too slight and too serious. Much good in it but would have to be much better.

    In January 1933 she records that the book was finished.

    "Well Flush is, I swear, despatched. Nobody can say I don’t take trouble with my little stories. And in May, The relief of no more Flush. And in October, just before publication, I opened this in order to make one of my self-admonishments previous to publishing a book. Flush will be out on Thursday and I shall be very much depressed, I think by the kind of praise. They’ll say its ‘charming’, delicate, ladylike. And it will be popular . . . Now. I must not let myself believe that I’m simply a ladylike prattler; for one thing its not true. But they’ll all say so. And I shall very much dislike the popular success of Flush".

    Publication day was 5 October. And then came the dreaded reviews. Some were as she had anticipated, others severe. There was a priggish one in the Daily Telegraph by Rebecca West. This is perhaps not one of the works over which Mrs. Woolf’s most devoted admirers will feel their greatest enthusiasm. A snarl from Geoffrey Grigson in the Sunday Times. Its continual mock-heroic tone, its bantering pedantry, its agile verbosity, makes it the most tiresome book which Mrs. Woolf has yet written. However, David Garnett in the New Statesman & Nation feels differently. "Most important of all, it is something fresh . . . Flush is more perfectly proportioned than any of her books—as well proportioned as its subject was himself. It amused Mrs. Woolf to write and it has brought out her delightful humour as nothing else has done".

    Virginia thanks David Garnett in the following letter.

    "My dear Bunny,

    You were more than generous and wholly delightful about Flush and Virginia last week; and I had meant to write and thank you before, but not being altogether a dog, as you justly observe, had no time to go to the London Library and prove that I’m not so inaccurate as you think. No. I am rather proud of my facts. About license, for instance; surely I made plain that I was referring to nature, not the Post Office? License natural to his age—well, I ask you, what has that license got to do with the Encyclopaedia? or the Post Office, or six and eight-pence? Nature’s license, sometimes called lust. About the working man’s cottage; I agree it looks a farm in the picture; but Mr. Orion Horne calls it a working man’s cottage; and he saw it; and was not a picturesque artist. Painters at that date always

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