Clare est de moins en moins sûre du rôle que les hommes devraient tenir dans sa vie. Après un premier mari plus âgé et volage, le deuxième, Jonathan, l'étouffe par sa prévenance. Aussi, lorsqu'elle rencontre Joshua à une fête, Clare se laisse séduire par son audace désinvolte, à l'opposé de ce qu'elle a toujours connu. Son amie Mrs Fox l'encourage : "Mieux vaut avoir un amant quand on est jeune qu'une névrose quand on est vieille."
Daughter of actor Harold Huth, english novelist Angela Huth married journalist and travel writer Quentin Crewe in the 1960s and with him had a daughter. She presented programmes on the BBC, including How It Is and Why and Man Alive.
She also writes plays for radio, television and stage, and is a well-known freelance journalist, critic and broadcaster. She is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature.
She has been married to a don, James Howard-Johnston, since 1978. They live in Warwickshire and have one daughter, Eugenie Teasley.
Valse-Hésitation est un roman délicieusement anglais, qui parvient à faire de la vie d'une femme malheureuse en amour une comédie féroce et fort réjouissante.
Very 1960s, very British first novel by the author of 'Land Girls' (a book I read and loved when I was in my teens). Storyline follows a sort of vague upper-middle class girl, Clare, who, for no apparent reason, at only 17 marries a man 20 years older who spends his life either at sea or with a later disclosed lover in Barcelona, leaving her alone and lonely at a series of seedy postwar hotels. Her husband shows no obvious charm or sex appeal whatsoever, so one wonders what might have attracted a 17 year old, even then. He eventually abandons her (after a miscarriage!) via a letter for said lover (who's far older than Clare). Her next husband is the too-nice, rather droopy Jonathan (he of the lofty but unreachable artistic aspirations), whom she soon starts to despise or find annoying, and at the start of the current timeline, Clare has separated from him--the agreement is they will separate for 6 months and then reconvene to figure out their marriage. All very sensible, civilized, bloodless. Then Clare meets a typically self-involved cad whom unlike Jonathan, actually is successful at his artistic career (he works in movies) and, again for no apparent reason, immediately moves in with him. Alongside this unattractive list of loves, Clare also becomes involved with an older widow she meets in the park, a sort of reverse fairy godmother. But the writing makes no claims as to the real role played by this character, or what the point is at all. Overall, a slightly depressing story that nevertheless rang true for me, having lived in England for years and having British relatives.
Nowhere girl? More like nowhere plot. I read this book for a few reasons; first of all, I couldn't sleep, it was short, the font was big and largely it was inoffensive. The book follows 6 months in the shoes of a middle aged woman who has just separated from her second husband, so essentially this woman has almost nothing going on in her life. It then ends 6 months down the line when she again essential has nothing going on in her life. There was nothing all together wrong with this book but it wasn't engaging or captivating. . . It was barely even interesting. It was a quick and easy read and that was about all. I won't be recommending it and I won't be pursuing anything else by the same author. But it will continue to sit on my book shelf, just in case anyone else in my house is hit by sudden insomnia.
Clare attends the funeral of an ex-husband, is estranged from her current one, and moves in with yet another man. An elderly lady is important in this novel too. A bit depressing overall, though quite well written.
Would have been more apt to title it 'nothing girl'. Clare falls into two marriages and lives with a third man, without ever appearing to work, think or feel. She simply observes detachedly what goes on about her. Found this all rather pointless, drab, depressing and bloodless.
This is one of those books that makes me look around and wonder if I've suddenly become the dumbest person in the room. The writing was fine, the story bland, and the characters too boring to even be considered reprehensible. Perhaps I missed The Point, but I don't think I did.