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.
Angela Huth is a talented writer; I'm not disputing that. But so many of her books are so... exasperating. This one, especially. It started out typically enough: an old married couple named William and Grace who still love each other in that comfortable old way that's like putting on your favourite worn slippers that most of the fuzz has rubbed off but they're still the coziest blah blah blah. Then! The introduction of a young female character (Bonnie) who William finds himself falling for... Sound familiar?
Well, then it took a turn for the nasty.
I am relieved to be done with this book. Even though it was strangely enjoyable to read while at the same time extremely unpleasant. Like I said, Angela Huth knows her art!
I found it a little difficult to get into the story (but am very tired so could be related to that rather than the author), and then suddenly couldn't stop reading. Well written, I found William Handle very touching. Good story.
I like not knowing where it goes... Well-written,very much like a painting. I don't know if I'd rec it though: nothing ever happens...
Un livre où il ne se passe rien n'est pas forcément quelque chose que l'on recommande ! Je l'ai aimé, pourtant : j'aime ne pas savoir où un livre veut en venir et là, du début à la fin je me demandais ce qui allais se passer ! J'aime aussi l'écriture faites de petites touches, comme une peinture impressionniste...
What a hoot! So many things I identified with … Grace scraping her toast back and forth, spreading the butter till it was almost a calorie-free veil. And doing the same with marmalade. William letting new clothes “mature” in the closet for a while before wearing them. I’ve done all these! And the ritual before getting in bed — how many blankets tonight? Tucking his wife in bed, smoothing the bed. No, I don’t do that. Very good.
C'est une auteure qui construit très bien ses personnages, mais on ne peut pas en dire autant de ses intrigues. C'est un mélange de Woody Allen, David Lodge et Jane Austen, mais avec moins de mordant (mais c'est peut-être à cause de la traduction, qui était moyenne). C'est pas fabuleux, mais c'est pas ennuyeux.
Certainly a very different book in the way it turns from sweet tale of contented retirement to a tense story of menace and danger. I was a bit incredulous at first in what I was asked to believe about William, but it made me think about how people can 'take leave of their senses' temporarily and how we deceive ourselves. I liked Grace.
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