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289 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2021
[discussing the new baby] Peter said that it was a common mistake to confuse baldness with brains…And it’s where the horror of war comes through - around the edges, from people who’ve already experienced it once:
Kate’s mother said bleakly, not in her usual voice at all, “We never had enough rubber sheets the last time. They cracked, with all the scrubbing, and then the mattresses got smelly.”And:
Kate knew her mother had nursed soldiers all through the last war. That wasn’t what shocked her so much. It was the practical bluntness of the rubber sheets that cracked with scrubbing. The smelly mattresses.
“Listen, Erik. Men have shops that women would never go into, right? And women have shops where men would blush to enter the door. And children have toy shops and book readers have bookshops and there are rich people’s shops in Charlottenburg where I would never dare show my nose! Never! Not a chance! The looks I would get if I did! They really might as well write, ‘Apartment Cleaners Not Welcome’ on the door.”Maybe it’s because I want more about Clarry - what a great character - but I wanted more about the adults in this story: more about Rupert, doing something which is incomprehensible to the children he carts around, which has to do with peace - more about Peter, a hospital surgeon with terrible hours - more about Erik’s mother the apartment cleaner - more about Clarry and her school.
“What are you saying?” asked Erik. “Are you saying it’s just the same?”
“Of course it’s the same!” she cried, beginning to bang cushions about again. “Of course it is. So stop always asking questions.”