Well… if I ever were curious what it would be like to read an entire novel about absolutely nothing, I needn’t wonder any longer.
While working on my PhD coursework I took an entire class on Virginia Woolf, and despite that I still could find nothing to enjoy or appreciate about this novel, which I found to be completely and utterly inane, and, frankly, sinfully boring.
Jacob is in the title, and thus I searched for him throughout this book, but he never really materialized. Sure, he’s mentioned, often even, but I know as much about him or anyone or anything throughout the narrative as I did before starting it: namely, completely and absolutely nothing.
It’s as though this were simply a collection of words strewn together, leaving no lasting impression of any kind. It was a waste of time, for me at least, and it leaves me wondering what anyone could find to enjoy or appreciate about it. Woolf wrote some brilliant works, but this, in my opinion, is definitely not one of them.