The Hours is in fact a lovely triumph. Cunningham honors both Mrs. Dalloway and its creator with unerring sensitivity, thanks to his modesty of intention and his sovereignly affecting prose.... With his elliptical evocation of Mrs. Dalloway, he has managed to pay great but quiet tribute -- reminding us of the gorgeous, ferocious beauty of what endures.
Gail CaldwellThat she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.
Gail CaldwellI know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Gail CaldwellWhat do you do when the story changes in midlife? When a tale you have told yourself turns out to be a little untrue, just enough to throw the world off-kilter? It’s like leaving the train at the wrong stop: You are still you, but in a new place, there by accident or grace, and you will need your wits about you to proceed.
Gail Caldwell