Woolf's single-day novel runs two parallel narratives: Clarissa Dalloway preparing a party and Septimus Smith's PTSD-shattered consciousness. Both move toward the same oblivion. Published in 1925, it fundamentally changed what interior time could mean in fiction, proving that modernism could be not just formally daring but heartbreaking.

The case for it, the case against, and the rest of the canon open with Pro.