“… the self, whatever its age, is subject to the usual laws of optics. However peripheral we may be in the lives of others, each of us is always a central point round which the entire world whirls in radiating perspective.”
When you choose a novel, do you need to admire one or all of the characters found within its pages, no matter the caliber of the prose, the finesse of the dialogue? In other words, does character quality rather than richness in describing said character matter to you above all else? If so, then stop right here and move on to the next book in line, because Alison Lurie’s characters are flawed and selfish… and all too real. They are utterly compelling – and I loved every minute I spent with their often self-centered, frequently miserable company!
The heart of this story probes the inner lives of two American professors of literature – one female and seasoned, the other male and still green. Both have gone to England to do research on their respective specialty areas of study. Vinnie is now middle-aged, unmarried, judgmental, and wholly in love with England. In fact, she feels more at home in that country than she does on her own soil. Fred is in his twenties and has crossed the Atlantic alone, despite his original plan to do so with his wife, Roo. They’ve had a falling out and he’s not too happy at the moment. He is very attractive to women, but hardly recognizes nor takes full advantage of that fact. His arrival in England is the opposite of Vinnie’s – he’s disillusioned and gloomy and feels that the London atmosphere reflects his emotions perfectly.
“She sinks into her English life as into a large warm bath agitated only by the gentle ripples she herself makes and by the popping of bubbles of foam as some small scandal swells up and breaks, spraying the air with the delightful soapy spume of gossip.”
Both are deeply lonely, but their interactions with others are often comical. As readers, we “hear” their selfish thoughts and get a whiff of their arrogance. Vinnie meets Chuck, a tourist on the plane ride over, and immediately pegs him as a country bumpkin sort of fellow, devoid of manners and intelligence.
“For a moment she speculates as to what sort of man would embark on a transatlantic flight without reading materials, categorizing him as philistine and as improvident.”
I have to say that I do agree with Vinnie there – I can’t wait ten minutes in the parking lot for someone without having something to read, just in case! But Chuck Mumpson has his own story to tell, and I loved this big ole’ bull in the china shop guy.
For his part, Fred too makes an association, but of an entirely different nature. London practically redresses herself once he sees the glamorous side through one of its most well-known actresses.
“A month ago all of London for him was like the empty county fairgrounds outside his home town on some cold evening… Now… it has been transformed into a kind of circus of light; and Fred, as if he were a small child again, stands wide-eyed just within the entrance of the main tent, wondering how he came there and what to do with the sparkling pink spindle of cotton candy he holds in his hand.”
I won’t say more about the plot, but Alison Lurie covers some fun ground in this one. Besides the nuances of human behavior and relationships, she also has a lot to say about writing, literary criticism, and the politics of the university teaching world. The profession of acting is examined, as well as what it means to be a tourist rather than fully immersed in a place. She throws in a couple of unexpected surprises, too. In my opinion, it was compulsive reading material and I couldn’t think of a better way to kick off the new year than with this book. I urge anyone that adores character-driven novels full of sharp dialogue to please consider this one!
“Well, if he’s learned one thing this year, it’s that everyone is vulnerable, no matter how strong and independent they look.”