"By turns lyrical, self-mocking, and outlandish, Woolf's meditation on the perils and privileges of the sickbed lampoons the loneliness that makes one 'glad of a kick from a housemaid.' When Woolf imagines beauty in a frozen-over garden . . . it seems less a triumph of nature than of art."—The New Yorker"Brilliant and beautiful."—Francine Prose, Bookforum"[A] long-neglected reverie on illness . . . reprinted by the sterling Paris Press. This is a brilliant and odd book, charged with restrained emotion and sudden humor."—Los Angeles Times Book Review"The resurrection of this forgotten work on illness is a boon indeed. . . . This is Woolf at her spangled best."—BooklistIn this poignant and humorous book, Virginia Woolf observes that no human being is spared toothaches, colds, and the flu.
