" Wow, did I enjoy reading this book! This is not a book I'd ever thought I'd have read, but once again it was the only English-language book available on a shelf full of French and German titles (more than one German traveler carries around the complete short stories of Kafka). Oh wait, there was also a book in English about surviving the apocalypse, but I didn't really feel like reading that while on vacation. Anyway, I expected this book to be kind of crappy since in the introduction the critic/academic or whatever went on for pages about how 'The Voyage Out' is very amateurish, how things are developed very brusquely which in later works by Woolf are developed very subtly, etc. So maybe that gave me low expectations. Or maybe I just really like Virginia Woolf. But anyway, the point is that I REALLY liked this! This was a great book to read while traveling since it is ABOUT traveling (so kudos to whoever brought it with them!). It has a cast full of funny and original characters, just the kind of people you'd expect to meet in a hotel. Much to my shock even the Dalloways show up and play a key role in the development of Rachel, the novel's heroine--however, they are decidedly very unlike the Dalloways as they appear a few books later; a lot more shallow and satirized. But it was still very fascinating to me to see that Woolf had created these characters early on only to return to them later.
Anyway, I guess another reason why people consider this a 'lesser' Woolf work is that it's still very much a traditional, realist, plot-driven novel. It's interesting to read in wikipedia that in early drafts Woolf included a lot more outspoken political commentary on homosexuality, women's rights and the British Empire that she cut out on the advice that such passages would damage her still-blossoming career.
I liked reading this book because it made me feel hopeful for myself, and about life in general. Woolf writes as if she's on acid in some passages: there is such scintillating, sparkling prose, like she's seeing everything in fluroscent colors, or as if she's overwhelmed by just the FEELINGS of it all, of being alive. Again and again I keep returning to the question of HOW somebody who could write like this, about the feeling of loving life, better than anybody else I have ever read--how could somebody who could write like that walk into that river? Questions without answers. "
— Julie, 2/19/2014