Another summer week is rolling by. This one feels like it has gone so fast.
It's the first really warm week of the summer here in Portland, Oregon, with
our first run of days over 90 degrees. That may sound funny, since it will be
August this weekend, but this is a chilly, damp corner of the country. And as
soon as summer finally arrives, we complain that it is too hot. Oregonians!
BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS
It's time to share the opening sentence (or so) of the book you are enjoying
this week. Leave a link to your post below. If you post on social media,
please use the hashtag #bookbeginnings so we can find each other.
MY BOOK BEGINNING
I'm reading
A Severed Head
by Iris Murdoch this week. It's her 5th novel, published in 1961.
OPENING SENTENCES:
"You're sure she doesn't know," said Georgie.
"Antonia? About us? Certain."
A Severed Head starts off with a common Murdoch set up. Martin
Lynch-Gibbon is perfectly happy married to his wife Antonia with his
girlfriend Georgie on the side. His girlfriend knows about his wife but his
wife doesn't know about his girlfriend. Murdoch likes to squeeze every drop
she can get from this arrangement.
From the back cover, I know the story is going to go a different direction
when Martin's wife leaves them for a mutual friend who is also her
psychoanalyst. Looks like this one could get fun.
YOUR BOOK BEGINNING
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THE FRIDAY 56
Every Friday, Freda's Voice hosts another weekly blog event called The
Friday 56. Participants share a two-sentence teaser from page 56 (or the
electronic equivalent) of the book they are enjoying. Visit Freda's blog for
details and to share your post.
MY FRIDAY 56
I loved her with a wild undignified joy, and also with a certain cheerful brutality, both of which were absent from my always more decorous, my essentially sweeter relationship with Antonia. I adored Georgie too for her dryness, her toughness, her independence, her lack of intensity, her wit, and altogether for her being such a contrast, such a compliment, to the softer and more moist attractions, the more dewy radiance of my lovely wife.
Iris Murdoch is one of my favorite authors. Any other fans? I am trying to
read all of her fiction. I keep a
list of her books here
and keep track of those I read.