The Letters of Virginia Woolf

Volume Six 1936-1941, edited by Nigel Nicolson and Joanne Trautmann. Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, $19.95.
Woolf described her headaches as “enraged rats gnawing the nape of my neck” and added that her doctor’s only solution was “dont write or read or do anything you like doing.” In spite of which, she wrote and read and did like fury until pain and the fear of insanity finally broke her nerve. Here are the last of her witty, vivid letters. A brightness fell from the air when she drowned herself. Notes, index.