That Part Was True
Autor Deborah McKinlayen Limba Engleză Paperback – 9 feb 2015
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ISBN-13: 9781455573660
ISBN-10: 1455573663
Pagini: 240
Dimensiuni: 133 x 203 x 19 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Grand Central Publishing
Colecția Grand Central Publishing
ISBN-10: 1455573663
Pagini: 240
Dimensiuni: 133 x 203 x 19 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Grand Central Publishing
Colecția Grand Central Publishing
Notă biografică
Deborah
McKinlay
has
published
half
a
dozen
non-fiction
titles
in
the
UK,
and
her
books
have
been
translated
into
numerous
languages.
Her
work
has
appeared
in
British
Vogue,
Cosmopolitan,
and
Esquire.
She
lives
in
South
West
England.
Recenzii
How
rewarding
to
perch
on
the
shoulder
of
a
character
Barbara
Pym
might
have
conjured-a
late
bloomer
who
possesses
"brickish
stoicism"
and
brews
tea
on
an
Aga.
So
when
the
British
author
Deborah
McKinlay
takes
us
to
"the
depths
of
the
English
countryside,
in
a
house
that
was
an
advertisement
for
the
English
countryside,"
we
recognize
that
a
Lively
voice-à
la
Penelope,
that
is-will
be
reporting
with
wry
detachment
and
affection.
That Part Was Trueis part epistolary, beginning with a fan letter sent by Eve Petworth to Jackson Cooper, a Robert-Parkeresque, best-selling American novelist. Cooking earns a starring role in their correspondence; as it continues, he begins to think of her as "his food friend," enjoying on paper "a chaste, if warm, thing based on a mutual interest."
Poor Eve, a divorced romantic pessimist, suffers anxiety attacks, brought on by almost anything outside her four walls. Her daughter, Izzy, and Eve herself consider Eve to have been very bad at mothering. And now Izzy's coming wedding introduces additional angst in the form of Simon, the long-estranged ex-husband and thrice-married father, who is making up for lost time and absent scruples.
Equal space is devoted to Jack, twice-divorced, sort of enjoying bachelorhood in the Hamptons. "For the past 15 years, women had been trying to please him. Not many had managed it." Several now seem "gluey." Especially skillfully rendered is his affair with a diffident New Yorker, Adrienne, a dispenser of unwanted editorial advice. Worse-she's a vegetarian who hardly eats! Mineral water and a salad don't keep good company with omnivore, gourmand Jack. Far-off Eve, on the other hand, is a safe, quixotic object of affection and a source of recipes.
Will a culinary correspondence ("Mutton is good with plums") be enough to fan a flame? I worried that invitations to rendezvous in Paris were premature and unearned or, as Eve's housekeeper warns, "dodgy." But mercifully, Jack and Eve think so too. Jack wishes "he hadn't said that stuff to Eve; it sounded pretentious in the daylight."
Will these pen pals actually meet in a cafe on the Left Bank? McKinlay teases us, allowing them to correspond with a bit more ardor than their nonacquaintance warrants. If we occasionally wince at Jack baring his soul, going poetic, and with Eve responding in kind ("When it had all gone-my buoyant roundness and openness to joy-when it had been stripped away, I tried to forget everything"), we understand that distance and semi-anonymity are making them brave.
I won't say where their missives lead, but I will applaud the sensible outcome. This is England, after all, and we trust that Mrs. Petworth won't do anything rash.—Elinor Lipman,New York Times Book Review
That Part Was Trueis part epistolary, beginning with a fan letter sent by Eve Petworth to Jackson Cooper, a Robert-Parkeresque, best-selling American novelist. Cooking earns a starring role in their correspondence; as it continues, he begins to think of her as "his food friend," enjoying on paper "a chaste, if warm, thing based on a mutual interest."
Poor Eve, a divorced romantic pessimist, suffers anxiety attacks, brought on by almost anything outside her four walls. Her daughter, Izzy, and Eve herself consider Eve to have been very bad at mothering. And now Izzy's coming wedding introduces additional angst in the form of Simon, the long-estranged ex-husband and thrice-married father, who is making up for lost time and absent scruples.
Equal space is devoted to Jack, twice-divorced, sort of enjoying bachelorhood in the Hamptons. "For the past 15 years, women had been trying to please him. Not many had managed it." Several now seem "gluey." Especially skillfully rendered is his affair with a diffident New Yorker, Adrienne, a dispenser of unwanted editorial advice. Worse-she's a vegetarian who hardly eats! Mineral water and a salad don't keep good company with omnivore, gourmand Jack. Far-off Eve, on the other hand, is a safe, quixotic object of affection and a source of recipes.
Will a culinary correspondence ("Mutton is good with plums") be enough to fan a flame? I worried that invitations to rendezvous in Paris were premature and unearned or, as Eve's housekeeper warns, "dodgy." But mercifully, Jack and Eve think so too. Jack wishes "he hadn't said that stuff to Eve; it sounded pretentious in the daylight."
Will these pen pals actually meet in a cafe on the Left Bank? McKinlay teases us, allowing them to correspond with a bit more ardor than their nonacquaintance warrants. If we occasionally wince at Jack baring his soul, going poetic, and with Eve responding in kind ("When it had all gone-my buoyant roundness and openness to joy-when it had been stripped away, I tried to forget everything"), we understand that distance and semi-anonymity are making them brave.
I won't say where their missives lead, but I will applaud the sensible outcome. This is England, after all, and we trust that Mrs. Petworth won't do anything rash.—Elinor Lipman,New York Times Book Review
A
charming
and
quick
read,That
Part
was
Trueintroduces
two
innocuous,
somewhat
lonely,
characters
who
forge
an
unlikely
friendship
through
mailed
letters.
The
pair's
platonic
relationship
is
comforting
and
reliably
innocent,
yet
their
discussion
of
food
and
love
is
wonderfully
sensory.
The
ending
is
hardly
unexpected,
but
provides
a
nice
wrap-up
to
this
quiet,
slice-of-life
tale.
After
British
mother
Eve
Petworth
writes
a
fan
letter
to
successful
American
author
Jackson
Cooper,
the
two
begin
a
pen-pal
friendship
that
helps
Eve
cope
with
her
daughter's
impending
marriage
and
Jackson
with
his
floundering
love
life.
Over
a
shared
love
of
food
and
a
common
loneliness,
the
two
post-middle-aged
friends
make
plans
to
meet
in
Paris.
[4
stars]—Leah
Hanson,RT
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