Our Father

Our Father

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  • Hardback | 240 pages
  • 142.24 x 200.66 x 33.02mm | 430.91g
  • London, United Kingdom
  • 0245597298
  • 9780245597299

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La boheme. . . . The hindsight saga by Phoebe, thirteen going on thirty that summer at Chateau-la-Mer, of life with Him who seeks glory (Father's a novelist between novels), while Mother quietly holds the power. No, she (Mother) is not having assignations with Billy Binshawe as Phoebe, who reads - and writes - between the lines, suspects; no, although an affair would be perfectly justified considering Father's (ahem) behavior, Mother's just having a baby to add to their wandering D'Oyle Carte troupe (in name only) which includes besides Phoebe a swooning Margaret and younger twins Jasper and Josephine. Margaret is very gorgeous and quite the exhibitionist (Phoebe calls her a nymph in a mad moment): at fifteen she's hunting for a man to sweep her away from their rudely unsettled Continental life; Marlo their waiter is not, however, the one (despite an attempted elopement). The family at large, meaning Father's proper mother and Mother's proper sister, frowns of course - volubly - but the great one will not conform. . . until: Jasper, in terror of a trip to America as a musical prodigy, runs off to a cousin's strictured boarding school (horror of horrors - Father's last book mocked the System); Josephine, whose stray cats are no more, 'borrows' a not-so-stray baby, wanting someone to care for. Then after Margaret's escapade comes Phoebe's: the nice man she's met while waiting for stories to come to her pen turns out to be Father's arch-enemy (a fine writer). . . . La vie en rose is truly fading. Even the family's fantasies no longer flow, those imaginative backgrounds they invent for strangers - compensation, Margaret says, for never really knowing anyone. In the end they settle down, delivered from evil, so the summer did have its value: "God had some wonderful aces up his sleeve all the time if we'd only realized it. . . . If He would form the habit of showing His hand earlier and oftener, it would make things easier for the rest of us." No quarrel with that - and yes the title is a double entendre; and yes it's all a bit risque, bizarre, but terribly engaging. . . as long as it leads not to temptation. (Kirkus Reviews)
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