![]() Sitting alone, reading about his life, I felt I understood Charles and I fell into this book very easily as the rain pattered away on top of the bay window. Charles has started a writing project, a diary – later it becomes a novel but it also becomes a diary again (he never quite makes up his mind) – and the opening pages introduce us to a life of contemplation, of connection to the sea and the coast, and reflection of past times removed from the turmoil and emotions of everyday life. So, I then began to read of Charles Arrowby who retires from the theatre after a long career and buys a house by the sea where he plans to spend the rest of his days in relative obscurity, peace and quiet. ![]() Unusually, I’ve been somewhat on my own and two weeks ago as I sat down at night to read, the temperature dropped from the sweltering highs we have here in Australia and a light rain started. However, two weeks ago I was presented with the perfect opportunity to start this book properly. ![]() ![]() From time to time, when looking for my next book I’ve pulled it from the shelf, taken a short read and then replaced it. It’s my first Iris Murdoch, bought as part of this site’s Man Booker Prize winners project. ![]() There hasn’t been a lot of time for books in the last few weeks, but when I’ve had time this book has been a fast read. ![]()
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