I ran across "The Last Night at the Ritz" by accident when it was on sale on Amazon's Kindle Daily Deals page. I had never heard of the book or its author, Elizabeth Savage, before, but something about the description hooked me. I kept thinking about it and actually went back and bought it a few days later. That's the only time that's ever happened.
The story, which is told in flashbacks, is about two women, Gay and the unnamed narrator, who have been best friends since they were freshmen in college. They come from different backgrounds and have very different personalities, but they have a very close bond that has survived for close to 30 years. Gay is beautiful, well mannered, and rather prim and proper. The narrator is something of a free spirit and has a strong sense of humor. Gay has been married to the same man, Len, since she graduated from college and they have two sons. The narrator is childless, though she is very attached to Gay's older son, Charley. She has been married twice (divorced once), and had a relationship with a married man, Wes. It's not apparent whether her husband, Sam, knows about it or not. Regardless, she says she and Wes are not sleeping together, though they are still close friends.
The narrator is an orphan who lived with her aunt (single, childless, and also unnamed), but Gay has a large extended family. Though her mother is dead, her father is alive and they live with his parents and his seven younger brothers:
"All in all, there were eight of them; Gay’s father had been the firstborn. Gay was the only female in the family. Myself, I would have loved it, but she felt engulfed, as if she had to struggle to maintain a small island of order in a high sea of masculinity."
Gay's family lives in a delightfully ramshackle house full of books:
"There were too many books for the bookcases, too many coats for the coatrack, too many dishes for the black soapstone sink. Too many uncles."
However, you get the idea that the narrator would have changed places with Gay in a heartbeat. Though her aunt is a nice woman, that house comes across as very lonely.
The narrator and Gay support each other throughout the years, Gay acting almost like a mother or at the very least an older sister, much to her friend's endless amusement:
"One of the nice things about Gay is that she doesn’t get testy if you don’t live up to what she feels is right. She wishes that I would live up, but that’s because she loves me. She thinks I’d be happier if I were pure at heart. But I think I am pure at heart: there are all sorts of ways of being pure."
Just when you find yourself smiling or even chuckling at the storyline, things will get serious. One example of this is when the narrator is in her aunt's home after her aunt has passed away. The narrator is divorced from her first husband, who left her, but has not yet married Sam. The description of her late aunt and her aunt's house is heartbreaking. You can actually taste the loneliness:
"She’d always wanted to be the life of the party, but she was only asked to the party just that once."
"The terrible clues that people leave behind them. On the mantel was a conch shell that I had sent her from Antigua. And on the walls in little ten-cent-store frames hung what must have been every snapshot I ever sent her. I wish I had sent more. And the laughing picture of herself in the middy blouse. She had a rather good Hi-Fi and there was still a record on the turntable. I looked at it idly. My merry aunt who liked “Red Sails in the Sunset” and “The Music Goes Round and Round” and “Roll Out the Barrel” had been playing “Sunday Morning Coming Down,” which is not a jolly song.
There is something about Sunday makes a fellow feel alone…"
The narrator starts thinking about all she could have done to alleviate her aunt's loneliness, but instead she was too wrapped up in herself. I think she also realizes that she could very easily end up like her aunt. The chapter ends:
"I stood there by the table that held the telephone and with one finger made idle circles in the dust. Or maybe they were zeros.
Then I called Sam."
This happens over and over throughout the book - a chapter starts out humorous and lighthearted, and then turns serious. There is always a twist, always something unexpected (such as the ending, which I wasn't expecting at all). When I had to put the book down to go back to work, I found myself thinking about it, which is unusual. I normally don't think about a book until I return to it. However, "Last Night" has a way of sticking in your mind even after you've finished it. I found myself highlighting quite a lot of quotations:
"Lately I have been trying to remember all my good aunt’s advice, although it doesn’t really seem to help. Live, she said, so that you can meet your God. She also said, never go out without your underpants in case you should have an accident. Believe me, that was sound advice. And she told me that I had a good angel and a bad one, which used to scare the hell out of me at night."
"'Habits are at first cobwebs,' Gay sort of quoted, 'and at last cables.'"
"There is no knowledge like the bitter knowledge of old lovers."
"My poor friend: she is so good and so grave.
And so vulnerable. She really thought she knew just how it’s done. First you work hard and thoughtfully and win all the prizes. Then you marry your true love and live passionately forever after. And your children call you blessed because simplicity and discipline and truth gird you in triple brass.
It isn’t all that simple."
I could go on, but you get the idea. Sometimes I delete Kindle books after I read them because, even though I may have enjoyed them, I don't want to reread them. This is not such a book. This is one that I plan to buy a paper copy of as well.
Very recommended.