The Line of Beauty

We hadden het boek niet allemaal (helemaal) gelezen (niet door te komen) en ik geloof dat ik het oordeel kan samenvatten als 'waarom krijgt dit boek in vredesnaam een prijs'. Patricia vond het toch wel enigszins speciaal. Ik (Frank) merkte op dat ik het bijzonder vond dat er in dit boek, dat zoveel potentiele spanning en strijd in zich heeft (klassenverschil, homo-hetero, kunsten-materialisme) nergens 'hatelijk' of gemeen wordt; alle karakters blijvenin feite hele lieve mensen.

" Nick had moved into the Feddens' big white Notting Hill house a few weeks before. His room was up in the roof, still clearly the children's zone, with its lingering mood of teenage secrets and rebellions. Toby's orderly den was at the top of the stairs, Nick's room just along the skylit landing, and Catherine's at the far end; Nick had no brothers or sisters but he was able to think of himself here as a lost middle child. It was Toby who had brought him here, in earlier vacations, for his London 'seasons', long thrilling escapes from his own far less glamorous family; and Toby whose half-dressed presence still haunted the attic passage. Toby himself had never perhaps known why he and Nick were friends, but had amiably accepted the evidence that they were. In these months after Oxford he was rarely there, and Nick had been passed on as a friend to his little sister and to their hospitable parents. He was a friend of the family; and there was something about him they trusted, a gravity, a certain shy polish, something not quite apparent to Nick himself, which had helped the family agree that he should become their lodger. When Gerald had won Barwick, which was Nick's home constituency, the arrangement was jovially hailed as having the logic of poetry, or fate. "

Daar waren vooral Hans en Inez het niet mee eens. Dan maar een wijntje.