Short stories, and a folio of worn faces, wasted lives, reflected this time with more compassion than cynicism, if with...

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SUNDAY, MONDAY AND ALWAYS

Short stories, and a folio of worn faces, wasted lives, reflected this time with more compassion than cynicism, if with little comfort or cheer. For this is a winter world of women with men -- or without them, of ambition which is burnt out or played out, of loneliness and the thin insulation of pretense. There's the return of the prodigal daughter (You Should Have Brought Your Mink) to the unconcern and disbelief of her family; there's Ernie (The Comeback) whose years in Hollywood bring him back to sponge off his family; there's Velma, thirty odd, who finds no consolation in her mother's adulation for the empty epitaph -- ""the oldest employee"" in a local factory; there's Miss Chilton (Here Today, Gone Temerr) who leaves the immaculate sequestration of a girl's school for the wide, wide world of a lonely hotel room in New York; there's an old man smothering his asthma, and his unwontedness, in the maid's room of a city apartment; there's the aging irritability of a woman who had run through four husbands; etc. etc. A depressing, disabused gathering of people at odds -- or at loose ends, in which the acidulous character of her earlier writing is subdued -- but none of the accuracy has been lost. Effective.

Pub Date: N/A

ISBN: 1883642604

Page Count: -

Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1952

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