This is a fascinating novel. At first it appears that she is just jumping into the head of each new person (which would have been a - cough - novel approach) but eventually the method appears amongst the madness. Woolf's ability to make believable the inner thoughts of multiple characters is quite impressive, and it makes me more interested in reading her other work. I enjoy stream of consciousness and so I don't find the style the least bit alienating. This casual connection thing she does (pioneers?) here had a massive influence on art, but not just on literature (don't really know how much of an influence it had on literature). What she does here is now so common in film it's almost cliche. In fact, I dare say that Inarritu's entire oeuvre would not be possible without this novel. I mean, he's a little more obscure about the connections but then he works in a different medium.