Elizabeth Taylor is often both exhaustively and exhaustingly compared to Jane Austen, but I can never see why. They have little in common- apart from both being female.
Austen's world is one of social manners and marriages in stilted and simple English.Taylor's prose is silkily sensuous witty, urbane, descriptive and rather modern. I find her delicate style more similar to Colette for instance; the incredible observational powers, the delicacy and wit- Taylor is seamless.
There are pithy aphoristic conversations, dark secrets, and enormous good humour. Sexuality depicts the psychological 'setting' of each character.
The Sleeping Beuaty of this book is a once promiscuous and thorough;y modern girl, now an inert and frozen child's companion. Both are damaged, the child an accident of birth, a woman damaged by life.Her secrets are bittersweet and painful. Her would-be lover, Vinnie Tumulty finds himself at first repelled and aroused by her mask like loveliness and then entranced by the compassion he feels for her. Compassion is his greatest weakness and also his greatest strength. He also has a secret, a wife of which he cannot rid himself having given way to pretending she did not exist for so very long.
In between this Mills and Boon type scenario great dark humour fizzles and flowers in conversations between his lady friends and their secret passion for betting.
Ageing is dealt with great humour and the effect of face creams analysed with 'almost Oriental politeness'. Their breasts are remarked as being sick of one another, Marron meringues are refused and then devoured as deference to attractiveness gives way to petty greeds and desires, which finally surface as uncontrolled bitchiness and destructive and casually vindictive jealousy.
Then there are hilarious exchanges between Nanny and the nursemaid, a strange changeling child and a controlling bleakly tamped down sister who dominates the Sleeping Beauty as she did her own husband, by stealth, fake maladies and
small displays of pique.
There is a subtext of power: the powere that women have over men and vice versa, the power of the unkind word, the pathetic subterfuges that women resort to finding themselves without youth or social standing.
Of course this is all rather in retrospect, but you will recognise the pettiness of the English middle classes at a time when a woman would allow herself to be groped by a stranger in a cinema rather than cause embarrassment.
In a way we are all Sleeping Beauties until we are awoken, and this is what happens to every character in this marvellous novel; whether by breavement, shock, sex, love or change, we are all affected by the shifting effect of our lives as they touch on others, like the shifting light on a changing sea.
In the end, the message is presented in the most humane and unromantic way; however flawed or lives, true love is everything.