Every Tuesday, I'll be posting the opening paragraph (maybe two) of my current read. Last week's choice was School for the Blind; Dennis McFarland (no review yet; it was another pretty good read).
This week's pick: The Pumpkin Eater; Penelope Mortimer
""Well, " I said, "I will try. I honestly will try to be honest with you, although I suppose really what you're more interested in is my not being honest, if you see what I mean. "
The doctor smiled slightly.
"When I was a child my mother had a wool drawer. It was the bottom drawer in a chest in the dining room and she kept every scrap of wool she had in it. You know, bits from years ago, jumpers she knitted me when I was two. Some of the bits were only a few inches long. Well, this drawer was filled with wool, all colours, and whenever it was a wet afternoon she use to make me tidy her wool drawer. It's perfectly obvious why I tell you this. There was no point in tidying the drawer. The wool was quite useless. You couldn't have knitted a tea-cosy out of that wool, I mean without enormous patience. She just made me sort it out for something to do, like the make prisoners dig holes and fill them up again. You do see what I mean, don't you? "
Would you give the book a try, based on the opening paragraphs? (I love books with patient/psychiatrist narrative).
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