Top positive review
Claire Fuller at her observational best.
19 September 2018
Not for the first time, having read a Claire Fuller book I immediately started to re-read it, conscious that in urgent pursuit of the story I may have missed something of its delivery. Which I had. The narrator, Frances Jellico amost broke my heart with her social ineptitude, her yearning to have and to be a friend, her self-consciousness, and yet her lack of self consciousness, as evidenced by the cardboard hat made for church attendance, her hopeless over-dressing for her first dinner with her neighbours, and the outfit that she wore to dine out with Peter. His supposedly well-meaning remark "don't worry that people were staring at your outfit tonight" seemed like an exquisite act of cruelty almost. The relationship between the narrator and the mis-matched couple, who seemed desperate to play out their intimate lives in front of a relative stranger, seemed fraught with danger. Had Frances been a more confident 'together' person, would they have pursued her friendship? I doubt that. The ending was shocking and unfair, and it came too soon. Well done, Claire Fuller. A sensitive and perceptive work.