You won’t have been surprised to hear that a trigger warning like this one has been slapped on a new edition of Virginia Woolf’s 1927 novel, To The Lighthouse, intended for an American readership.
When I saw the headline in this paper on Sunday – Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? Publishers – I just nodded numbly to myself. That’s where we are now. In a topsy-turvy land beyond outrage, where something that defies all sense… makes perfect sense.
“I mean she’s old, isn’t she?” I thought to myself as I began to read the article. “Also dead. So poor old Virginia’s probably committed some heinous posthumous crime against the perma-offended.”
Maybe she called one of the characters “fat”, like Roald Dahl in the recently scrubbed clean Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, or made some “racist” reference to a character’s “brown” skin, as Enid Blyton did in her also now-censored Famous Five, or alluded to someone’s “lovely white teeth”, as Agatha Christie was condemned for doing in one of her Miss Marple mysteries. MORE AT Gen Z want anyone over 30 to be a walking apology for the past (msn.com)
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