#180 Sunday Afternoon- Elizabeth Bowen
“Now, the sensation of wartime, that locked his inside
being, began as surly to be dispelled—in the influence of this eternalized
Sunday afternoon.”
It’s teatime and the rumor circle has convened. Henry, an
old visiting friend is being prodded to tell of his travels and of his
harrowing experience surviving a London Bombing. They are reactionary, catty,
spiteful and a little agoraphobic.
-“There is only one journey now—into danger.”
-“Are things there as shocking as they say—or are they more
shocking?”
-“These days, our lives seem unreal.”
Since Henry is the one to have experienced the actual
bombing, you’d think that he would be holding the floor. However, it’s everyone
else’s views on his situation that have more importance (to them or course).
They ask for his opinion, but the get offended or contrarian at what he says.
I cant tell if the writing here is stuffy to parallel the
pomposity that oozes from these characters or if the writing is just stuffy. In
either case, I did not enjoy getting through this one, it’s juts not my cup of
tea.
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