Rather to my surprise - for until now I'd have given five * to everything that Elizabeth Taylor wrote - but The Wedding Group didn't really work for me. Cressy's family live in a dreadful, self-consciously unworldly artistic-religious 'colony' dominated by the figure of her grandfather, who is a cross between Eric Gill and Augustus John with a dash of Stanley Spencer. Life is all homespun, mung beans and mud and something nasty in the woodshed. Cressy, however, is determined to escape. She meets David - who must be the least convincing Fleet Street journalist in the whole of English literature - and he is amused by her naivete and ends up marrying her. But will they ever free themselves from the coils of David's controlling mother?
Frankly, by the end I couldn't have cared less and was completely fed up with the whole cast of cardboard cut-outs.
So if this is your first dip into ElizabethTaylor, try something else ... apart from this one book, I have never found her anything less than brilliant.
A post-script to this: Something I have since discovered from Nicola Beauman's new biography of Elizabeth Taylor, is that she lived near Eric Gill and helped in his workshop, possibly even posed for him. Beauman also describes this as the weakest novel, and says that Taylor struggled to get the right satirical tone whilst still recognising Gill's stature as an artist. For once, she didn't pull it off. But do try her other novels which are wonderful.