Elizabeth Hardwick writes of the inner life of an American woman, an imaginative reflection on the past and present. A novel about remembering, part fact and part fiction, intertwined so that I'm not sure which is which.Kentucky to New York, to Boston, to Maine and to Europe. On the train from Montreal to Kingston ... all recorded in letters
In a squalid nursing home, a broken old woman remembers, "if only one knew what to remember or pretend to remember."
"The old pages of the days and weeks are splattered with the dark-brown rings of coffee cups and I find myself gratefully dissolved in the grounds."
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You always find such interesting books, Janice! The list you've made me want to read is so long. Another to add to the pile...
She was living in a nursing home? I hadn't picked up on that!
Imani - I don't think Ms Hardwick was in a nursing home. This is a novel, part fact part fiction. It's about remembering.
But thanks for bringing this to my attention - perhaps I should rewrite this post so it doesn't confuse.
I loved the way it switched from real to imagined, and sometimes I didn't know the difference
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