Simply a Reproduction

Michael Cunningham's reproduction/add-on of Mrs. Dalloway isn't exactly a novel I would choose to read on my own. I like the idea of including multiple characters that all tie together in the novel, but on the other hand the constant exchange of point of views and inconsistency to fully get a point across leaves me with not only a frustration but a lack of interest to actually read anymore. I find the character of Laura Brown to the be the most interesting because she is original and not just a carbon-copy that just barely matches of another character. Clarissa Vaughn... i feel like anyone could reproduce her in the way that Cunningham does. He simply chooses another time, similar circumstance, and the same feelings and connections to relive what Woolf wrote about Clarissa Dalloway. The reproduction of the character is not only redundant but simple. Writing about Woolf, i feel that Cunningham pulled lots of connections that Woolf made to herself in Mrs. Dalloway to create his pieces about the suicidal author. Writing about a person who existed, especially one who expressed through her writing multiple aspects of her own beliefs, seems risky and like we don't really know what's true. I feel as though overall Cunningham uses The Hours as a work of reproduction that could be done without. The story of the three women can be intriguing, but the idea that we have read all of this before leaves is bland and uneventful. Maybe this book would be different, more of mystery and less of a guided reproduction in the reader's eyes.