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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Oh my what fun! a stalwart heroine, nasty villains, intrigue, class structure, friendship and art all told with that extraordinary articulateness that gifted writers mastered in 20th century UK. Spark’s style and wonderful prose is related to that of Penelope Lively, and our heroine also, but the story and its twists are very different. Our narrator’s interesting and unique views on people and events is constantly amusing and intriguing. An example is horrible people. Fleur delights in them as their debilitations are simply wonderful for her to observe, they don’t bother her in the slightest and if anything she seeks them out. A wonderful read I couldn’t put down. Looking back on her life, Fleur Talbot informs us that it felt wonderful to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century. They were heady days for Fleur in 1949. She was busy living a somewhat chaotic life, penning her first novel, “Warrender Chase,” and taking on temporary employment as secretary to Sir Quentin Oliver and his Autobiographical Association. Life has a way of imitating art, or vice versa, and certainly in this case Fleur is quick to note similarities between her character, Warrender, and Sir Quentin. Indeed, more similarities emerge between lesser characters and those she encounters in her employment. It’s almost as though they were deliberately enacting her novel. Does it seem too fanciful? Fleur certainly thinks so, suspecting rather that Sir Quentin is up to something nefarious. It’s bound to end in either heartache or heart attack, but both would be, I’m sure she’d agree, grist for the mill of her future endeavours as a novelist. Muriel Spark is clearly having the time of her life with Fleur’s autobiographical account of her younger life. But she’s also having great fun with the play between fiction and autobiography as well as the preposterous lives we imagine for our favourite novelists. Nothing is really as it seems here. How could it be? It would be absurd. On the other hand, life just might be absurd. And for a novelist as playful and subtle as Spark, it almost certainly must be. Good fun and warmly recommended. no reviews | add a review
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"How wonderful to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century", Fleur Talbot rejoices. Happily loitering about London, c. 1949, with intent to gather material for her writing, Fleur finds a job "on the grubby edge of the literary world", as secretary to the peculiar Autobiographical Association. Mad egomaniacs, hilariously writing their memoirs in advance -- or poor fools ensnared by a blackmailer? Rich material, in any case. But when its pompous director, Sir Quentin Oliver, steals the manuscript of Fleur's new novel, fiction begins to appropriate life. The association's members begin to act out scenes exactly as Fleur herself has already written them in her missing manuscript. And as they meet darkly funny, pre-visioned fates, where does art start or reality end? "A delicious conundrum", The New Statesman called Loitering with Intent.Copyright © Libri GmbH. All rights reserved. No library descriptions found.
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Life begins to imitate art as members of the association begin to act out events already recorded in Fleur's as yet unpublished manuscript Warrender Chase, and the skull-duggery and derring-do that fairly races through the pages is quite reminiscent of a '50's farce. In fact the 1950s are well-painted, as are the characters, from the deliciously loopy Lady Edwina, Quentin's mother, to the many and varied men in Fleur's life.
This is a crisply written book, with a plot that fairly zips along. It's something of a period piece, which I enjoyed, but was happy enough to finish and set aside in favour of some plainer fare. ( )