Orlando
(Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
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Product details:
- Publisher Penguin Books Ltd
- Date of Publication 24 April 2025
- ISBN 9780143138211
- Binding Paperback
- No. of pages336 pages
- Size 213x146x22 mm
- Weight 373 g
- Language English 648
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Long description:
A Penguin Classics Deluxe editon of Virginia Woolf?s pioneering novel, with a new foreword by Andrea Lawlor, author of Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl
First masculine, then feminine, Orlando is a young sixteenth-century nobleman who gallops through the centuries, from Elizabethan England and imperial Turkey to Virginia Woolf?s own time. Will he find happiness with the exotic Russian princess Sasha? Or is the dashing explorer Shelmerdine the ideal man? And what form will Orlando take on the journey ? a nobleman, traveller, writer? Man or . . . woman?
Written for the charismatic, bisexual writer Vita Sackville-West, Orlando is one of Woolf?s most popular and accessible novels, a playful mock biography of a chameleon-like historical figure that is both a wry commentary on gender and, in Woolf?s own words, a 'writer?s holiday' that delights in its ambiguity and capriciousness.
