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Chargement... Miss Herbert: The Suburban Wife (1976)par Christina Stead
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Eleanor Herbert Brent is a beautiful English woman who believes in respectability and nurtures a desire to be a wife and mother in the 'dear old fashioned way'. But sexuality too forms her personality, and as a young graduate on the loose in London she explores it with every man she meets. She experiences everything: a restless, promiscuous youth, a wholesome suburban marriage, life on the fringes of literary London. Only one thing remains beyond her reach: the experience of real love; this and this only could transform Miss Herbert into the passionate woman she really is. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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It saddens me so much how little Stead was, and possibly still (presumed from the lack of Goodreads reviews) under-read.
"You want everyone to love you and lick your face like a dog. Life is not a dog and people are not kind; people are savages and brutes. We must set our teeth and put our shoulders to the wheel." pg. 191
"Do you believe that an idol which has seen many sacrifices is impregnated with the smoke of the burning blood and just as much with the mystic adoration, the mental fumes, steeped in thousands of past lives in dead history? Do you believe you can tell by 'feeling' that a rope has taken a man's life? I believe that blood has a voice; the worm has a voice that we can hear if we try, so Blake suggests; and the blood of torment has a voice. Otherwise sacrifice is aimless, the realists win and the rest of us may as well cut our throats." pg. 235 ( )