The Pregnant Widow (Vintage International)
A riotous, bitingly humorous, and supremely shrewdpermanent novel from one in all our such a lot exact voices within the English language.
The yr is 1970, and Keith Nearing, a twenty-year-old literature scholar, is spending his summer season holiday in a fortress on a mountainside in Italy. The Sexual Revolution is in full-swing—a historic second of unparalleled opportunity—and Keith and his associates are instantly stuck up in its chaotic, ecstatic throes. but they quickly find a traumatic fact: among the loss of life of 1 social order and the delivery of one other, there exists a kingdom of liminal purgatory, as soon as defined by means of the Russian philosopher Alexander Herzen as “a pregnant widow.”
As Amis deftly explores the repercussions and results of that one summer season, he provides us with an actual and poignant portrait of the freeing probabilities, and the haunting outcomes, of swap. Expertly written and whole of wit and pathos, The Pregnant Widow is Amis at his fearless best.
All.” “Is she simply severe? Or is she sui generis?” “Sui generis? You suggest nuts.” “Well she’s now not nuts, is she. She’s a lush, and a dyslexic, yet she’s no longer nuts in terms of anything. nonetheless. the actual fact continues to be that Vi rapes end result and dates soccer teams.” “She acts like a boy. Nature with no nurture. Like Caliban. Like a Yahoo.” Keith acknowledged, “She acts like a really undesirable boy. And it’s now not in her pursuits. We’ve acquired to make her act extra like a woman. and the way will we do this? We can’t. She’s.
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“… Describe hangovers. I don’t imagine I’ve ever had one.” displaying one of many fragments of an exceptional (Protestant) schooling, Kenrik acknowledged, “They’re like … they’re just like the Inquisition. Yeah. precisely like. A hangover racks you to your sins. And if you happen to confess, it racks you much more. And incidentally, in the event you don’t imagine you’ve ever had one, then you definately haven’t ever had one.” “Isn’t it a similar with intercourse? for those who don’t imagine you probably did, then you definately didn’t.” “Ah yet it’s a humorous combine, intercourse and booze. you could wake.
Anger: male anger as a tactic. He had a gap word prepared in his brain. Lily, how dare you even—and so on … The underexperienced yet observant Nicholas as soon as recommended him that anger used to be nonetheless worthy making an attempt: whilst your place was once really dire, it used to be nonetheless worthy making an attempt male anger—because a few girls nonetheless instinctively feared it, even the simplest and the bravest of them. Even the main finished terrorists, Nicholas stated, have been nonetheless prone to male anger—because it reminded them in their fathers.