I had no idea that Woolf ever wrote a play—why didn’t she write more? I feel as though they would be pretty excellent, although apparently this one is far from it. Freshwater is a 1935 play she wrote to be produced in her sister’s studio, a satire of her great-aunt’s circle and the social milieu in which she operated. The Bloomsbury group would often put on little skits and parodies at parties at 46 Gordon Square, which now houses a school of arts with Birkbeck, University of London. The English department faculty there held a reading of Freshwater last year, and you can find the recording on their website here.