Bob Davidson
Jim, of that Bloomsbury crowd, Leonard Woolf was the one I identified with and liked and would like to have known the most. (I have a habit of reading someone's biography, getting curious about the other people around, reading up on them, having my curiosity stirred up more, then getting absorbed in the whole setting while reading everything I can get my hands on about them, their times, etc. -- the World War II leaders were another crazily connected group that fascinated me -- Ike, Patton, Bradley, Pershing, FDR, Marshall, King, Nimitz, Dewey, Cactus Jack Garner, Hopkins, then Churchill, Monty, Montbatten, George VI, etc.)
Leonard was an outsider, coming from a very different background than his peers at Cambridge and their relatives and families -- his father died when he was young and he grew up poor with about eight siblings. He met Virginia through her brothers Toby and Adrian -- the guy who translated Freud to English -- and was published by Leonard and Virginia. His friends included Bertrand Russell, John Maynard Keynes, E.M. Forster, and most of the leading intellectuals of their day. After college, he spent ten years governing a district in Ceylon as a colonial administrator before he returned to England on leave, met his college friend's sister and married her.
The thing I found absolutely fascinating about Virginia and the other intellectuals (except Leonard) was that they considered themselves middle class (in her diary she frequently referred to herself as being of Scottish peasants) and were awed by the useless, decadent titled assholes they knew, like the Sackville-Wests and Lady Ott Morrell. Virginia's dad was one of the most influential intellectuals of his day, the editor of the Dictionary of National Biography, and her stepmother was Thackery's daughter for Gosh sakes, her friends were immortal writers, and many of her relatives were people who actually mattered to the history and culture of our civilization but she was impressed with Lady Ott. She fawned over those people, while mocking their friends T. S. Eliot, D. H Lawrence, Keynes, and others who were giants.
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