Bücher von Margaret Drabble

Rosamunde macht sich nicht viel aus der Liebe. Die wohl einzige Jungfrau im London der Swinging Sixties hätte zwar mehr als genug Gelegenheiten für heiße Affären, sitzt aber lieber über den Büchern. Und ausgerechnet sie wird nach einem mäßigen One-Night-Stand schwanger. Im ersten Schreck versucht sie die Angelegenheit mit Gin und einem heißen Bad zu beenden. Doch alles geht schief, und der Abend endet in einem großen Besäufnis.Rosamunde schafft es nicht, sich gegen das Kind zu entscheiden. Na gut, dann zieht sie es eben allein auf. Auch wenn das Leben als ledige Mutter wohl nicht einfach werden wird.Nicht in ihren kühnsten Träumen hätte sie für möglich gehalten, sich so rückhaltlos in ihre kleine Tochter zu verlieben. Als diese lebensbedrohlich erkrankt, lernt die eher hasenfüßige Rosamunde sich von einer komplett anderen Seite kennen.

In a "profoundly moving, intellectually acute” novel (Philadelphia Inquirer) that is "as meticulous as Jane Austen, as deadly as Evelyn Waugh” (Los Angeles Times), Margaret Drabble conjures up a retired writer besieged by her three grasping children in this dazzling, wickedly gothic tale.

It is the Swinging Sixties, and Rosamund Stacey is young and inexperienced at a time when sexual liberation is well on its way. She conceals her ignorance beneath a show of independence, and becomes pregnant as a result of a one night stand.

'Arnold Bennett was born in a street called Hope Street. A street less hopeful it would be hard to imagine.' Thus begins Margaret Drabble's biography of a man whose most famous achievement was to re-create, in such novels as The Old Wives' Tale and Clayhanger, the life, atmosphere and character of the 'Five Towns' region in which he was born and grew up.Arnold Bennett is a very personal book. 'What interests me', writes the author, 'is Bennett's background, his childhood and origins, for they are very similar to my own. My mother's family came from the Potteries, and the Bennett novels seem to me to portray a way of life that still existed when I was a child, and indeed persists in certain areas. So like all books this has been partly an act of self-exploration.'Of Bennett as a writer Drabble says 'The best books I think are very fine indeed, on the highest level, deeply moving, original and dealing with material that I had never before encountered in fiction, but only in life: I feel they have been underrated, and my response to them is so constant, even after years of work on them and constant re-readings, that I want to communicate enthusiasm.'Of Bennett as a man she paints an affectionate portrait, not glossing over the irritability, dyspepsia and rigidity which at times made him so difficult a companion but reminding us too of his honesty, kindliness and sensitivity. 'Many a time,' she writes at the end of the book, 're-reading a novel, reading a letter or a piece of his Journal, I have wanted to shake his hand, or to thank him, to say well done. I have written this instead.'

Its virtues - a bright, crowded canvas, warmth, a witty, polished style - are those of Wilson's novels .