The 'New York Review of Books' advertisement read:
"Before I turn 67 - next month - I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me" which pretty much sums up the book. Documenting an intelligent but lonely woman's search for physical comfort, it's her choice of flawed and curious partners that provides the interest and humour. Or are all men like that?
(Clive Yelf - bwl 75 Winter 2015 ) |
