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184 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1976
The maid came in to light up and soon it would be time to go upstairs and change for dinner. I thought this woman one of the most fascinating I had ever seen. She had a long thin face, dead white, or powdered dead white. Her hair was black and lively under her cap, her eyes so small that the first time I saw her I thought she was blind. But wide open, they were the most astonishing blue, cornflower blue, no, more like sparks of blue fire. Then she would drop her eyelids and her face would go dead and lifeless again. I never tired of watching this transformation.And here is an excellent quote from one of the shorter stories that I feel sums up the feeling of most of the characters in these stories:
I had started out in life trusting everyone and now I trusted no one. So I had a few acquaintances and no close friends. It was perhaps in reaction against the inevitable loneliness of my life that I'd find myself doing bold, risky, even outrageous things without hesitation or surprise. I was usually disappointed in these adventures and they didn't have much effect on me, good or bad, but I never quite lost the hope of something better or different.Some of the othere stories are set in France, such as The Chevalier of the Place Blanche where the Chevalier is in need of money to pay off a debt but when he is offered the money from a young girl on the condition that he accompanies her to Madrid he cannot accept. Neither he nor the girl are particularly surprised and each goes their separate way.
Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.Being elderly and living alone is problematic as there are rats on her property, though no-one believes her, and there is always the problem of putting the rubbish out. This is a rather sombre tale but it's probably my favourite in the collection and is a fitting conclusion to those that preceeded it as it's about ageing, loneliness, alienation, helplessness and decay...with a bit of indifference thrown in for good measure.
I read all this, then I thought but it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that at all.
There is no control over memory.
Sixteen tales, uncannily and vividly drawn together like the fragments of a single life - childhood innocence destroyed under a louring Caribbean sky; youthful disenchantment with the London stage life of the 1910s; brief encounters in the brittle gaiety of a Parisian nightclub and in London during the Blitz; followed by the slow, inevitable descent into old age and lonliness; and after death, the return.