Don’t think I have ever read any Doris Lessing. This struck me as both ponderous and dated.
A middle aged woman discovers that motherhood and housewifery are not all there is to human life. However her adventures are banal and told at extraordinary length.
Basically she gets a job, has an affair with a no-hoper, and returns to London and lives in a student flat with young people. She discovers that dress and appearance are essential to the male perception of women. She then goes back to her family.
The blurb from The Sunday times on the back of my copy is totally overstated ‘an act of self definition so searching, so acute and total, one puts the book down shaken, enlarged, in awe’. Well, I wasn’t and didn’t.
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