This is the first Brookner I've read, and I'm very disappointed. While the writing is beautiful, the whole thing does not work. The heroine is supposedly a contemporary young woman, contemplating the freedom she enjoys and comparing her situation with that of her mother and her elderly spinster employers when they were her age. The problem is, all the characters except one act and speak like characters out of a post-War British black-and-white film. They drink tea, communicate by notes, and regard money as a vulgar necessity. Their mores, and consequently their dilemmas, are those of the gentility of an earlier age, which undermines the premise of the book. The plot is non-existant, the heroine a drip. She even uses a typewriter! She even uses a typewriter! She and the author should get out more.