Distilling a plot into a few sentences always seems hollow, but let me try. The book is narrated by Wilmet Forsyth, a housewife in 1950s London. She lives a comfortable life of leisure with her civil servant husband, indulging in imagined romances with various other men around her while she endeavors to be somewhat useful in the church. Wilmet reminds me so strongly of Jane Austen's Emma Woodhouse, with her secure, not to say privileged, lifestyle that has left her self-involved, naive, but ultimately well-intentioned. Her daily dramas are on a similar scale of scandal, nothing more serious than 'borrowing' a Faberge egg. There's even a not-unsubstantial amount of knitting in the plot, from sweaters being made to Wilmet's meeting a knitting pattern model, another suburban scandal.
I cannot possibly recommend the works of Barbara Pym more. I love her. I wrote an entire research paper about her in my last year of college. A single blog post could never be worthy enough of my devotion to her wonderful novels, so I'm just going to start with this one. You might think that because it took me so long to finish it, that should mean it wasn't interesting enough, but in fact I think the ability to set this book down for long periods of time, then pick it back up and turn the pages just as quickly again is a mark of a wonderful book. Wandering through Wilmet's world is easy, and I wish I could join her mother-in-law Sybil in the sitting room after a lovely tea and knit with her.
I reached the end of the book last night, and now I'm wondering what to read next. Are you reading anything at the moment? Have you read any books, that aren't a part of the growing knit lit genre, where knitting pops up?
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