on 24 July 2007
I loooked forward to reading this Fay Weldon novel as always - and I was not disappointed. Somehow I felt as if I already knew all these characters, described with immense skill, subtlety and humour. I found its world lived in my head during mundane daily tasks and I could not wait to get back to it. A good holiday read - it'll go with me this summer for another bout of delighted escapism.
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on 8 February 1999
This is a very strange book. Apparently this red headed creep keeps seducing middle aged women and getting them pregnant. It's a middle aged story and middle aged feminism. The women are mostly dependant on some pratt or other and then blame men if that hasn't made them happy. Which of course it hasn't. My mother may recognise the sentiments of this novel, but I nor any of my friends would, thank the gods. But then, I'm not married and only let my boyfriend pay for dinner on special occasions and only to keep him feeling macho as a treat. Maybe once children have taken that independance away that I'll be able to read Fay Weldon and recognise that bitter world she creates.