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May Sinclair was the pseudonym of Mary Amelia St. Clair, a popular British writer who wrote about two dozen novels, short stories and poetry. She was an active suffragist, and member of the Woman Writers' Suffrage League. May Sinclair was also a significant critic, in the area of modernist poetry and prose and she is attributed with first using the term stream of consciousness) in a literary context, when reviewing the first volumes of Dorothy Richardson's novel sequence Pilgrimage (1915–67), in The Egoist, April 1918.
2.5 stars. Sort of weak/goofy/stupid at the end. I originally rated it as 2.4 stars, but I am going to give it 2.5 stars and round up to 3 because I really like May Sinclair and she is not well-known and she ought to be.... 🙂 🙃
Mr. Waddington is portrayed as supremely egotistical. He is not necessarily a mean person. He looks at himself in the mirror and thinks the mirror is misrepresenting himself — what he sees in the mirror is an aging person (he is in his 50s I reckon) whereas he would like to look to be in his 20s... there is a portrait of him in his house prominently displayed in which he is in his 20s and looks quite dashing. He doesn’t look as dashing anymore. He is married to a nice woman, Fanny, and he has a secretary, Barbara, who also is companion to his wife (they had companions in England back in the day...I think they were factotums of a sort).
Weak/goofy/stupid...why do I say that? Because at the end of the novel . I just felt at the end of the novel that things didn’t make a whole lot of sense. I haven’t had that sort of feeling with the majority of Sinclair’s books so I hope it’s a one off.
I had such sense of deja vu reading this book. Since I had to track it down in our provincial library system, I cannot imagine where I could have read it before. This story about an upper-class man in post-first world war Britain in a mid-life crisis is sympathetically and humorously portrayed, but I found it very difficult to care very much. Everyone around him humours him--protects him even while laughing at him. Maybe that's why he became such a fool. His egoism and sense of entitlement is truly ghastly, and yet people love him and feel sorry for him.
Now I wonder if my deja vu is that he reminds me of my father.
I found this book in the dark corner of an antique store, and now I see that it has been virtually unread by modern readers! However, it is a little gem of a book, a perfectly satisfying comedy. Mr. Waddington reminds me of Mr. Banks of Mary Poppins, Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing, and a little bit of Basil Fawlty, all rolled into one. He is completely ridiculous, but his charm lies in the fact that he takes himself entirely seriously. Meanwhile, everyone else has full reign to "appreciate" him. I wish someone would discover this story and turn it into a period comedy.
I just wrote a review, and can't find it! Here it goes again- I really enjoyed this book. the theme is about a man in his 40's or 50's and he thinks he attracts females that he is around. "Making love to them" back then meant heavy kissing. Book was written in 1921.
It's a gem! Especially for women who have lived with men like this. This is a gem. Read it! Free on kindle.
I am yet to read something written by May Sinclair that I do not absolutely love. I have not read that much, so this is not so impressive a statement...
ANYWAY, this is a great book, again. Fabulous in every way. And what a character, Mr. Waddington! Who says that female authors do not create larger-than-life male characters!? Clearly, they have not read May Sinclair!
May Sinclair's gift for observation and analysis of ordinary people is just amazing. What a creation, Mr Waddington, and Mrs Levitt too. I can't recommend this highly enough for a comfortable squirm.