At the 1996 annual Virginia Woolf Conference in Clemson, South Carolina, Jane Marcus wondered aloud, with a nod and a wink at her largely Anglo-American audience, how Virginia Woolf might have viewed her transatlantic appeal at the end of the twentieth-century: "Is she breathing a sigh of relief, so long critically captive in foreign lands, that we are now shipping that unmistakably English figure, body wrapped in the stars and stripes, with full anti-military honors, back to a country beginning to claim her as their own?" (Marcus 1996, 15). Marcus' parodic repatriation of Woolf-as-corpse invokes the spectre of an Anglo-American Woolf scholarship less critically monolithic than its hyphenation would suggest. It volleys a pointed challenge at the special relationship between the two nations long privileged by that tiny dash. While Marcus takes to task her own countrywomen for adoring Woolf to death, she is even more critical of the English whom she fears will "reclaim" their cultural possession only to maintain the etiolated woman, gutted of the political complexity that a generation of American feminist criticism has ensured for her.