“…if a writer were a free man and not a slave, if he could write what he chose, not what he must, if he could base his work upon his own feeling and not upon convention, there would be no plot, no comedy, no tragedy, no love interest or catastrophe in the accepted style, and perhaps not a single button sewn on as the Bond Street tailors would have it…life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.”
Woolf, Virginia. “Modern Fiction.” In The Common Reader, 150. San Diego, CA: Harcourt, 1925.
Woolf has profound opinions concerning writers and restrictions that are placed on writing, in general. This statement is quite baffling, yet somewhat true. It seems as if a writer writes his ‘own feelings’ it would not be considered fiction. Therefore that is why it would not be ‘accepted’ as ‘modern fiction.’