Here are nine short stories, some of them very short indeed, and such a slight collection must reflect Jonathan Cape’s faith in the writer. They are ruminative scenes of English contemporary life unlikely to command a world market. And not necessarily the worse for that, of course.
Some are about middle-class women with au pairs, professions and charming children. Women with friends they love who share their leisure and secrets and fears of death.
One is an improving fable where a little gnome in trainers emerges into the room from the internet to instruct a lazy woman with crumbs on her clothes on how to make her life green. In the cupboard under the stairs (‘There is nothing in it but the hoover’) is revealed a green bower.
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