An absorbing, inventive novel of love, death and aristocracy in inter-war London.
A novel of love, death and aristocracy in twenties London.
Consider Vivien in November 1922. She is twenty-four, and a spinster. She wears fashionably droopy clothes, but she is plain and - worse - intelligent. Fortunately, Vivien is rich, so she can bribe a man to marry her. What nobody knows is that Vivien is pregnant, and will die in childbirth in just a few months...
If I had to recommend just one name to the uninformed young woman who curls her lip at the word "feminist" today, I would tell her to read Fay Weldon. Not only for Weldon's vision of gender justice, but for her take-no-prisoners approach to fiction. Her plots move swiftly; her gaze is unsettlingly direct; her sentences can draw blood
