by 'Alison Lurie', 'Sylvia Townsend Warner'
The title was playful, but I didn't understand the purpose of the book. Nothing interesting happened. Rather, nothing happened. A spinster moves to a place because she liked a flower that was grown there, her nephew moves there and she all of a sudden hates him for no reason, she sees a man who is ...
Sylvia Townsend Warner, London, 1920sWhen we meet Laura Willowes in the opening pages of Sylvia Townsend Warner’s first novel, Lolly Willowes (pub. 1926), her sister-in-law Caroline is distractedly offering for Laura to live in London with herself and Laura’s brother Henry, following the death of La...
A lovely, subtle story with acid humor etched in its sentences. Makes me immediately want to read more of this tremendous writer I've only just discovered.
Meh. The plot was dull. Or rather, the idea wasn't bad, but the execution was dull. The characters couldn't save it. It would all be salvageable if the prose were luminous or intricate or bold or crazy funny. But it wasn't. Feminist classic? Ok, but there must be better.
It started out well enough, and but then the story took a weird turn. Unfortunately, this turn was rather strange and also got less interesting as it went along.
Unfortunately this tale of a middle aged woman unregarded or appreciated by anyone in her life was just too damn depressing to go on with. It was extremely well written but that did not help. If anything it made the thing worse. So I have ceased to torment myself with it.
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