- Hardcover
- Publisher: Ulverscroft Large Print Books Ltd; Large Print edition edition (1 May 2007)
- Language English
- ISBN-10: 1846177308
- ISBN-13: 978-1846177309
- Average Customer Review: 2.7 out of 5 stars See all reviews (7 customer reviews)
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'Patricia Duncker should be made a DBE' Louis de Bernieres 'The finest literary historical novel since Rose Tremain's RESTORATION.' Time Out on James Miranda Barry 'A gripping detective story about sex, identity and biography.' Alain de Botton on James Miranda Barry 'Duncker manages her brainy material with a touch so deft it is almost skittish, inserts little hooks into the heart as well as the mind, and rounds the whole lot off with a thriller-like twist.' Independent on Sunday on Hallucinating Foucault
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'This is a sparkling, redemptive novel which I read in one go and then again with relish' Independent 'Bittersweet, compelling and moving' Sheila Hancock 'An enchanting novel, filled with all Dunker's trademark wit and intelligence' Daily Mail 'A story of real charm and compassion. It is, in short, the kind of novel you want to give all your friends - the elderly, to show them all is not lost, and the young, who have everything to gain' Telegraph
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21 of 24 people found the following review helpful
Format:Hardcover
Elizabeth Webster, former French teacher at a girls' school, is a Miss Jean Brodie well past her prime. Ordered abroad to North Africa after a devastating nervous breakdown which has left her half-dead and needing sticks to walk, she has become "everything she most despised: querulous, forgetful, indecisive." Her suffering is brilliantly described, but the Moroccan desert, and the people she meets at a luxury hotel there begin to restore her to herself, a process furthered when the hotelier's exquisitely beautiful son, Cherif, appears on her doorstep back in Little Blessingham.
Who, or what, is Cherif? Set in the year after 9/11, this question becomes increasingly pressing in what is both a mystery story and a comedy of manners. Miss Webster defends him against all comers partly because it is in her bloody-minded nature to do so, and partly out of a genuine, growing affection. Cherif - gentle, respectful, undemanding - gets a place studying Maths at the local university, and becomes her lodger when turned down by mean-spirited locals. A natural anarchist who believes that all forms of government should be blown sky-high, Miss Webster is alert to her own possible deception by a terrorist. Beautiful Cherif is, however, someone to share her extreme loneliness, to introduce her to her first rock concert, Sky TV and fasting at Ramadan.
The clash between English and Berber culture, described in Duncker's lucid, elegant prose, is funny and touching, ranging as it does from Cherif's bewilderment at motorway signs telling them to use the "hard shoulder" to his belief that Miss Webster, like Miss Marple, is unmarried because she was a lady detective. With only popular film culture in common, their approximate communications bring out the best in both of them, and even softens the hearts of the villagers who have hated their neighbour for years. Only connect, as Forster said.
This is not, however, just a feel-good novel like Miss Garnett's Angel. Duncker, author of prize-winning novels such as Hallucinating Foucault and The Deadly Space Between has excelled at exploring ideas through eccentric personal relationships while not gaining wide readership. Here, her intelligence is modulated into a story of real charm and compassion. Just how much should we trust strangers from an alien culture? Can we continue to live according to ancient beliefs in a darkening world? Can duty and desire ever be accommodated, or must they, like the opera Carmen, head for a fatal clash?
I loved this book. It is written with the spirit of George Eliot presiding over it - liberal, sympathetic, beadily intelligent and passionate. I've already bought a copy for my mother-in-law and one of my best friends. Don't miss it!
Who, or what, is Cherif? Set in the year after 9/11, this question becomes increasingly pressing in what is both a mystery story and a comedy of manners. Miss Webster defends him against all comers partly because it is in her bloody-minded nature to do so, and partly out of a genuine, growing affection. Cherif - gentle, respectful, undemanding - gets a place studying Maths at the local university, and becomes her lodger when turned down by mean-spirited locals. A natural anarchist who believes that all forms of government should be blown sky-high, Miss Webster is alert to her own possible deception by a terrorist. Beautiful Cherif is, however, someone to share her extreme loneliness, to introduce her to her first rock concert, Sky TV and fasting at Ramadan.
The clash between English and Berber culture, described in Duncker's lucid, elegant prose, is funny and touching, ranging as it does from Cherif's bewilderment at motorway signs telling them to use the "hard shoulder" to his belief that Miss Webster, like Miss Marple, is unmarried because she was a lady detective. With only popular film culture in common, their approximate communications bring out the best in both of them, and even softens the hearts of the villagers who have hated their neighbour for years. Only connect, as Forster said.
This is not, however, just a feel-good novel like Miss Garnett's Angel. Duncker, author of prize-winning novels such as Hallucinating Foucault and The Deadly Space Between has excelled at exploring ideas through eccentric personal relationships while not gaining wide readership. Here, her intelligence is modulated into a story of real charm and compassion. Just how much should we trust strangers from an alien culture? Can we continue to live according to ancient beliefs in a darkening world? Can duty and desire ever be accommodated, or must they, like the opera Carmen, head for a fatal clash?
I loved this book. It is written with the spirit of George Eliot presiding over it - liberal, sympathetic, beadily intelligent and passionate. I've already bought a copy for my mother-in-law and one of my best friends. Don't miss it!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Format:Hardcover
I was induced to read this book by Sheila Hancock's endorsement on the front cover which describes it as: `Bittersweet, compelling and moving'. I'm sorry to say that I did not find this book any of those things. The main reasons being a poorly planned plot and a preponderance of one dimensional characters.
Miss Webster is a mixture of many literary Misses: Miss Marple, Miss Read, Miss Brodie and Miss Garnet, but she is not in the same league. She is a grumpy old woman par excellence and somewhat sadistic, too, such as in the scene where she burns an effigy of her sister. There is also an uncouth side to her which doesn't sit comfortably with the little we know of her.
Like Salley Vickers' Miss Garnet she was never a popular school teacher, and knows this. But whereas it is Miss Garnet's loss of her close companion which takes her to Venice, it is the advice of Miss Webster's doctor, which takes her to Morocco. Her doctor professes to be a cardiologist and a psychiatrist, and warns her that if she doesn't acknowledge what has happened (it appears that she has had a nervous breakdown) then she will die. Miss Webster then wobbles on two sticks to Morocco having recently been in hospital for several months. This is hardly plausible.
There is not enough good writing to vindicate the confused plot and weak characterization. Are we really expected to believe that a lady in her late sixties can push a car out of the sand in the desert when she has recently lost 3 stone in weight in hospital? She cannot have built her strength up that quickly!
Helping herself out of the slough of despond, by helping Chérif, offers Miss Webster some redemption, but because the whole story seems so unbelievable it fails to be compelling and moving. Perhaps if it had been more chilling, with more tension and more use of the terrorist backdrop, it might have worked.
Towards the end of the book there is a line: `It is a rare thing that has come to pass if a book fails utterly to speak.' For me that line sums up this book.
Miss Webster is a mixture of many literary Misses: Miss Marple, Miss Read, Miss Brodie and Miss Garnet, but she is not in the same league. She is a grumpy old woman par excellence and somewhat sadistic, too, such as in the scene where she burns an effigy of her sister. There is also an uncouth side to her which doesn't sit comfortably with the little we know of her.
Like Salley Vickers' Miss Garnet she was never a popular school teacher, and knows this. But whereas it is Miss Garnet's loss of her close companion which takes her to Venice, it is the advice of Miss Webster's doctor, which takes her to Morocco. Her doctor professes to be a cardiologist and a psychiatrist, and warns her that if she doesn't acknowledge what has happened (it appears that she has had a nervous breakdown) then she will die. Miss Webster then wobbles on two sticks to Morocco having recently been in hospital for several months. This is hardly plausible.
There is not enough good writing to vindicate the confused plot and weak characterization. Are we really expected to believe that a lady in her late sixties can push a car out of the sand in the desert when she has recently lost 3 stone in weight in hospital? She cannot have built her strength up that quickly!
Helping herself out of the slough of despond, by helping Chérif, offers Miss Webster some redemption, but because the whole story seems so unbelievable it fails to be compelling and moving. Perhaps if it had been more chilling, with more tension and more use of the terrorist backdrop, it might have worked.
Towards the end of the book there is a line: `It is a rare thing that has come to pass if a book fails utterly to speak.' For me that line sums up this book.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Format:Paperback
This book was a disappointment. I'd read and enjoyed The Deadly Space Between and Hallucinating Foucault and had high hopes for this. But it seems hastily written, badly patched together, and altogether inconsequential.
The plot has been summarised; what hasn't been mentioned is that the major twist in it is given away in a terribly heavy-handed way half way through. And in places the writing was quite awkward, particularly in dialogues in which the interlocutors misunderstand each other: More than once Duncker repeatedly shifts point of view in these and repeatedly resorts to telling us what he thought she meant and what she thought he meant. Doesn't make for smooth reading.
Moreover, Duncker all too often settles for stereotypes: the discounted aging person who is to boot a plain-spoken indomitable type with beneath it all a good heart who lives in a village where (oh, my aching sides) residents are in dispute over whether a lane should be paved. British writers really do need to acknowledge that neither adorable tough old birds in tweeds nor petty village ructions are uniquely British. Nor, for my money, are they particularly endearing or humourous. Throw in a Romeo and Juliet romance, an understanding doctor who has himself suffered, a black chap of immense dignity, and a rejuvenation wrought by contact with youth and whizz bang that's pretty much the lot. The descriptions of Morocco are very good, but the Moroccan aspect of the story is all but irrelevant.
I've given the book two stars for those descriptions, because Duncker seems to see (can't swear to this, because by this point I wasn't reading closely) another side to the Twin Towers attacks, and because while the book is sloppy it's never really stupid.
If you like slightly fluffy, heartwarming, not-really-stupid books like The Yacoubian Building or The Elegance of the Hedgehog, you might like this. If you're more in for the dark and strange, try the other Duncker books I mentioned.
The plot has been summarised; what hasn't been mentioned is that the major twist in it is given away in a terribly heavy-handed way half way through. And in places the writing was quite awkward, particularly in dialogues in which the interlocutors misunderstand each other: More than once Duncker repeatedly shifts point of view in these and repeatedly resorts to telling us what he thought she meant and what she thought he meant. Doesn't make for smooth reading.
Moreover, Duncker all too often settles for stereotypes: the discounted aging person who is to boot a plain-spoken indomitable type with beneath it all a good heart who lives in a village where (oh, my aching sides) residents are in dispute over whether a lane should be paved. British writers really do need to acknowledge that neither adorable tough old birds in tweeds nor petty village ructions are uniquely British. Nor, for my money, are they particularly endearing or humourous. Throw in a Romeo and Juliet romance, an understanding doctor who has himself suffered, a black chap of immense dignity, and a rejuvenation wrought by contact with youth and whizz bang that's pretty much the lot. The descriptions of Morocco are very good, but the Moroccan aspect of the story is all but irrelevant.
I've given the book two stars for those descriptions, because Duncker seems to see (can't swear to this, because by this point I wasn't reading closely) another side to the Twin Towers attacks, and because while the book is sloppy it's never really stupid.
If you like slightly fluffy, heartwarming, not-really-stupid books like The Yacoubian Building or The Elegance of the Hedgehog, you might like this. If you're more in for the dark and strange, try the other Duncker books I mentioned.
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An enjoyable read
I had never read anything by Patricia Duncker and I was impressed. Judging by some of the disappointed comments here, this is not typical of the kind of book that she usually... Read more
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Compassionate story of an unlikely friendship
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Not Good
This was an awkward and unconvincing story that utterly failed to engage me as a reader. Although I did develop an affection for the characters, this wasn't enough. Read more
Published on 10 July 2007 by sainte-carmen
Not her best ...
Hmm, I didn't really enjoy this one, which is unusual because I normally love Duncker. However, in this case, I felt the story didn't actually begin until Cherif turned up on Page... Read more
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