I ordered this book after reading Beryl Bainbridge's obituary in the newspaper. Such accolades! I felt like a dolt for never having read any of her work, so I chose "The Dressmaker" to begin.
This slim novel is a testament to the power of the mundane. The book, nominated for the Booker prize, focuses on a small family in England during World War II: two old sisters and one brother, and the motherless child of that brother, Rita. The sisters, Auntie Nellie (the dressmaker of title) and Auntie Margot are in a constant sniping battle for control, but just when the reader thinks that Nellie is the cruel one, the tables are turned and Margot becomes the bitch.
The lives of all of them are narrow, relatively joyless, proscribed by a provincial, religious upbringing that prevents any of them from "feeling the wind" and living. Sex is something of a joke. Rita, one of the most frustratingly ignorant, repressed, cabbage-brained young women I've ever come across in literature, falls in love with one of the despised "yanks." I use the term "love" loosely, because Rita, 17, has no idea that what she's feeling isn't love, but Bainbridge does, and her brilliant writing reveals the despairing grasping nature of youthful romantic inexperience. It's so hideous.
I don't know how the author did it, but although next to nothing happens for the majority of the book, I was gripped by the power of the story. Bainbridge steps back and lets the characters do all the work. One example should do, to give a taste. At one point, Rita's "yank," Ira, who obviously cares nothing for Rita, makes a surprise appearance at her house during the afternoon. Auntie Marge, a woman in her fifties who likes the "lime-light" answers the door:
"I rang Rita at work," he told her. "She said you were sick."
"I'm not. I've got a--" She stopped because she didn't want to admit anything. He was looking at her opening the packet of cigarettes.
"Just a chill," she told him. "I'm off out now to me work. Did you want to see Rita?"
She knew he didn't. He knew damn well Rita was at work. She was scandalised, and yet there was a little bubble of excitement in her, getting bigger and bigger at the thought.
The ending blew my mind. And because I do not want to give away some of the more shocking aspects, all occurring within the last 15 pages, I can't say more. The pay off is huge.