I am a big fan of Tessa Hadley. Especially her short fiction. I love her careful attention to details of setting and the amazing intimacy she creates between readers and characters. She is a master at describing a domestic scene in evocative and lyric language. Here for example, she describes the detritus after a party through the eyes of a husband, looking for his wife whom he suspects is being unfaithful.
"Searching everywhere inside the house, he wasn't sure what to expect. Party mess was piled up in the kitchen, dirty plates, sleazy regiments of bottles, leftover food not put away in the fridge. Upstairs, the spare mattresses were dragged out onto the girls' bedroom floor, extra children were curled heaps under duvets or in sleeping bags. All of them were asleep amid signs of wild play cut short, the toy box upended, dressing-up clothes trampled on the floor where they'd been thrown off. He touched the door to the bedroom across the landing, which stood open as always: swinging back soundlessly, it revealed only the landing light trapped in the mirror, the expanse of white counterpane on their bed undisturbed, Elise's make-up bag on the dressing table disgorging pencils, tweezers, pots of colour. The open window rattled on its catch; the flurry of rain had stirred up smells of earth and growth in the garden. Moths batted inside the luminous paper globe on the landing behind him. Elise was extravagantly absent."
Looking at the verbs alone, so much is conveyed (piled, dragged, trapped, upended, trampled) and then layer on the sensory details, the fecund odor after the rain, the mattress dragged onto the floor, moths batting the paper shade, the heaps of girls beneath duvets. All of this description is filtered through the close third point of view of Paul. We slowly move through and take in the house with Paul and our anticipation grows, where is Elise? The description works so hard and yet feels so easy, sleazy bottles, wild play cut short, toy box upended, and then the wonderful use of the adverb, extravagantly! (I believe it was Nabokov who suggested putting the adverb before the verb so the reader experiences a moment of wonder, what is extravagant?) The intimacy is amazing to me, so much interiority, his contradictory feelings of being trapped and being amazed by femininity, revealed in what Hadley makes him notice. In an essay in the Guardian, Hadley says, "The writer has to resist the familiarity, work to find new words and forms to capture the new shapes...the best writing breaks through the skin of the known world." With the above description, I feel Hadley does exactly that, breaks through the skin of the lonely after party house, to describe the internal state of Paul.
Despite all of the above, this was not my favorite Hadley work. To read her at her best, seek out the short stories, particularly the collection Sunstroke.