I had not read anything by Mary Wesley, whom I had thought of as just another stodgy old-lady British writer (she published her first novel at 70), until I was convinced to watch a miniseries version of her novel The Camomile Lawn. The film and this book are both excellent.
Wesley’s Britishers are anything but stodgy. Her sharp eye and sharp tongue dissected the social and sexual mores of her generation. This novel is delightfully comic and dark, filled with an array of characters that are earthy, secretive, independent, and fierce. I’d like to read The Camomile Lawn, and more. Wesley wrote ten novels before her death in 2002. Grade: B+