This book kicked bottom! I loved it. Not sure what it was about it that I loved so much...it's British as everything I seem to read lately is, it postwar, it's about a young woman who works in publishing and lives in a rooming house. It's quick, it's light; there's not a false step. I think any Muriel Spark character could kick anyone's bottom in a Anita Brookner's book in a heartbeat. It's about someone actually living rather than thinking about living.Like Brookner she can write too:
Sir Alec was thin and grey and his voice matched his looks. It sounded like a wisp of smoke wafting from some burning of leaves hidden by a clump of lavender.
Who comes up with these things? Why do I like it so much?
Or this bit:.... for Fred talked like the sea, in ebbs and flows each ending with a big wave which washed up the main idea. So that you didn't have to listen at all, just wait for the big splash.
Brilliant. What a joy!
Ugly cover though.
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