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Palfrey has arrived at the Claremont by way of Rottingdean another real place, near Brighton , and before that, Burma, where Mr. Palfrey—Arthur, her one-and-only, or once-and-future—will have been something in the colonial administration. The British left there in , just before Partition. Burma Myanmar was known as the Scottish Colony, but only because of the preponderance in its government of men called Scott.

Palfrey—become more Scottish than the Scots. Prone, and broken, she was hardly Mrs Palfrey. This is the seventh age. To Mrs. Palfrey, the old colonial hand, with her startling memories of teeming rain and snakes and restless natives, London is seen as a reasonable card to play, with the Natural History Museum within striking distance.

Not that she, or any of the other residents of the Claremont, ever goes there. Perhaps , when the Queen Mum turned seventy. The world is suddenly getting younger. Men—including the dishy Ludo—have been growing their hair. Women, too. The typical three-story London terraced house is being broken up into flats, and prices are on their way through the roof.

His investment—correct. People are always hungry, always thirsty, always starved of entertainment. Coffee is an unwise—and expensive—pretension, food has not yet been invented. Drink is sought after but, except on very special occasions, ditto. Rosie was coming to supper. There are nightly demonstrations on television—nuclear disarmament, maybe, or anti-Vietnam War, the elderly viewers would sooner not know.

The whole country seems to be in a bit of a pother, but, oddly, there are Union Jacks everywhere. Can it be that they no longer really signify anything beyond some get-rich-quick Carnaby Street wheeze? There is plenty for the reactionary-minded Osmonds of the world to react against, in the form of poison-pen letters to the papers, which themselves are spoiled for choice.

The long-established post-WWII meanness of locked stationery drawers and no indoor heat and anxiety about sudden taxi fares and the price of stamps clashes with a strange newfangled sybaritism and cosmopolitanism in the young. Foreign travel is now a possibility. Weird restaurants are opened. Taylor's lens is never syrupy. She sees the world quite as it is, which means sometimes it's sweet, and other times it's cruel, and when you're lucky, it makes you laugh.

Reading this book is like sinking into a warm bath. It's reliably poignant, honest, and funny. Also, there are Easter eggs here, strange little treasures for those who find them. A young man who is an aspiring writer, knows the "dreadful despair" of wasting time at the page.

Hitchcock-style cameo appearances of a character named Elizabeth and another called Miss Taylor. An old guy who likes torturing the hotel staff with lurid stories such as one featuring "the most enormous sex organ. Quite enormous. I have NO idea why the wonderful not-the-actress Elizabeth Taylor isn't more widely read, but she should be. This is a quiet little masterpiece.

Read it, because life can be cruel, but it can also, like this book, be a gift. View all 71 comments. Dec 14, Julie rated it it was amazing Shelves: grandchildren-on-your-knee , love-and-marriage , the-british-invasion , from-thes , thats-show , books-that-i-could-read-forever. As I closed the back cover of this little British beauty published in , a new reading category and shelf was born: books that I could read forever.

Let me clarify: not books that I'd like to jump into, or live in. Books that I could read forever. I could have gladly visited with the elderly residents of the Claremont Hotel every day of my life and not tired of them. You buy into the ensem As I closed the back cover of this little British beauty published in , a new reading category and shelf was born: books that I could read forever. You buy into the ensemble cast, you get attached, you want to know what's going on in that other world.

When I reached the last page, I felt positively forlorn. This one ended like a gasping sob at the back of my throat. Kind of like this year. It was beginning to grow dusk as Mrs. Palfrey, triumphantly clasping the latest Snow [novel], returned from the library, from one quiet and now familiar street to another.

A drizzle blurred lights and slimed pavements. She walked slowly, feeling tired, keeping close to the railings of areas. Basement windows in those streets were lit up and some had curtains still undrawn, so that she could see—though a little ashamed of looking—the interiors of rooms, sometimes bleak kitchens, sometimes cosy sitting-rooms with a tablecloth laid and a bird in a cage.

View all 39 comments. Shelves: brits , f2f-book-group-reads , mttbr , favourites , best-of Re-read in January It hasn't lost any of its shine. It was this author's inevitable fate to be known as the other Elizabeth Taylor, especially as her first novel appeared a year after the twelve year old star of National Velvet blanketed all associations with the name.

In this review of Nicola Beauman's biography we're told of one blossoming of confusion: Elizabeth Taylor the novelist occasionally received fan letters intended for her more famous namesake. Gently humorous, and indeed it seems that she has been dismissed in the past as writing small canvas miniatures of teacup rituals.

But she is anything but fluffy. No, no fluffy kitty, but a sinuous siamese with claws, with lethal claws. Her writing is a glitteringly sharp instrument of steel, as hard as a diamond.

There's not a breath of sentimentality here: she is ruthless. This novel of loneliness is utterly devastating. The Claremont hotel is a vision of hell, bleak ante room to death, but not in any fantastical sense, no, that is the terrifying thing.

This is the real world, ruled by absurdity, by the desperate attempt to save face and by Mrs Arbuthnot of the pale blue eyes, arbiter of propriety and literary taste. At the same time it is screamingly, achingly, painfully funny.

There's the typical British obsession with social embarrassment: sitting in a quiet room with perfect strangers requires coughing over stomach gurglings and further quick thinking. She had presence of mind. The same Mrs Post is the only one who knows the elderly actress who's been hauled in to impress at a party, but is less than tactful when she reminisces about seeing said actress as Mrs Darling when she took her little nephew to see Peter Pan, and then goes on to mention that he's now a married man himself with teenage children.

The actress would dearly like to drift away from Mrs Post, but she seemed the only one who had ever heard of her, so she decides to bully her rather than dazzle. That is where Elizabeth-Taylor-the-novelist shines: she sees those cruelties that we use to ward off the careless cruelties of others. And yet she's deeply sympathetic, even warm, towards these people heroically struggling to retain a smidgen of dignity, while at the same time exposing their foolishness.

Funny, and poignant, and bleak, and scathing, all at once. And resolutely unsentimental. In a recent review of Two Lives , GR friend Tony moots the idea that Mr Trevor may be a touch scarier to know than his twinkly image suggests. This is precisely what I feel about Ms Taylor-the-novelist. She may have fostered her image as a bland housewife, chronicler of the domestic.

But there is steel under the powder and lipstick and pearls. And she would observe and store away your stumblings and expose you to crimson embarrassment. No sweat. View all 32 comments. Dec 19, Paul Bryant rated it really liked it Shelves: novels , bookers. Old middle-class people mouldering away bleakly in a London residential hotel around nice Beatles reference, Union Jack carrier bags and political demonstrations on the telly every night.

The reader will have a suppressed grim smile throughout which may widen at times but no lols. Author is merciless about the horrors of geriatric society, for which try to be grateful all medical advances are preparing us.

View all 9 comments. It was like being a baby, in reverse. Every day for an infant means some new little thing learned; every day for the old means some little thing lost. Names slip away, dates mean nothing, sequences become muddled, and faces blurred.

Both infancy and age are tiring times. I realize now that I didn't intend to introduce myself to Elizabeth Taylor's work by starting with her penultimate book, but it was such a joy to read nonetheless, and "It was hard work being old.

I realize now that I didn't intend to introduce myself to Elizabeth Taylor's work by starting with her penultimate book, but it was such a joy to read nonetheless, and as I understand, a parting from her usual themes.

Palfrey is a recent widow who decides to make the Claremont hotel in London her residence. Although the place is a bit shabby, and the food nothing to write home about, the cheap rates attract a small group of elderly people that are still independent, but not ready for a nursing home. The only rule: They weren't allowed to die there. The best is kept for honeymooners, though God alone knew why they required it. I can't help but think that this was source material for the creators of The Golden Girls.

The residents of the Claremont aren't particularly nice, a bit on the eccentric side, and each are dealing with abandonment on some level in various ways. Some things are just heartbreaking to read about, like the loneliness that results from being forgotten by loved ones, being subjected to obligatory visits, or losing one's independence in one cruel blink of an eye. A lovely, lovely book! Can't wait to read more of her work. View all 6 comments. Reading Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont I realised how much I love interesting well written novels that deal with tedium and boredom.

Set in the early s, when hotels would frequently have older permanent residents, widowed Laura Palfrey goes to to live at the Claremont Hotel in Cromwell Road, London, thereby joining others from ranks of the rejected. The stage is now set for a fabulous disection of the hotel's aged residents complete with petty jealousies, casual cruelties, oneupmanship, Reading Mrs. The stage is now set for a fabulous disection of the hotel's aged residents complete with petty jealousies, casual cruelties, oneupmanship, snobbery, tragedy, black comedy, and random acts of kindness and consideration.

Their's is indeed a tedious and repetitive existence, with any small development being a cause for comment and excitement. Elizabeth Taylor assembled a wonderful array of characters, all of whom are brilliantly drawn: the arthritic Mrs Arbuthnot, angry Mr Osmond, Mrs Post and her knitting, Mrs Burton and her whiskey habit, alongside Lady Swayne and Mrs de Salis.

I'm smiling just remembering these characters for, although there is plenty of pain and tragedy, there is also a lot of humour in this novel too. Palfrey at the Claremont is only the second book I have read by Elizabeth Taylor. The other was the equally wonderful The Soul of Kindness. Both are five star reads.

Based on my experiences so far, I am keen to discover more of the beautifully written riches in her bibliography. Her perceptiveness is right up there with Anita Brookner and Patrick Hamilton. Palfrey at the Claremont is a really immersive read and an utterly convincing evocation of old age. Yet surprising too. Highly recommended. Palfrey at the Claremont On a rainy Sunday in January, the recently widowed Mrs.

View all 10 comments. Elizabeth Taylor is another writer who was virtually unknown to me, but was brought to my attention by The Mookse and the Gripes group. This is a very entertaining book, but ultimately quite a poignant one.

Mrs Palfrey is a widow who has chosen to spend her retirement in a London hotel which is populated by similar lonely old people. She has talked about her grandson in her early days of her stay there, but it becomes clear he is not interested in visiting her. When a struggling young writer help Elizabeth Taylor is another writer who was virtually unknown to me, but was brought to my attention by The Mookse and the Gripes group.

When a struggling young writer helps her after a fall, she concocts a plan for him to pretend to be the grandson, and much of the comedy in the book results from the misunderstandings that ensue, and the complications that occur when the real grandson turns up. Taylor's observations are razor sharp and the characters are memorable. Definitely a writer to investigate further. View all 7 comments.

Jun 30, Paul rated it really liked it Shelves: elizabeth-taylor. The plot is very simple. Mrs Palfrey has lost her husband; she does not want to be a burden to her daughter nor does her daughter.

She decides to take residence in a London hotel, The Claremont, who takes older persons on a residential type basis as well as their normal trade. This type of arrangement was quite usual in the upper middle classes in the early to mid twentieth century.

The hotel is a little shabby, the food passable, but not good and the wines pretty grim. However it is all many of them can really afford now they are alone in the world. There is a rather wry comic element to this, which there needs to be as Taylor addresses some difficult and rather heavy themes. The themes include the role and fate of older people, isolation, the end of empire, death, friendship, falling in love and family.

She would have made a distinguished-looking man, and sometimes, wearing evening dress, looked like some famous general in drag. Rupert Friend Ludo as Ludo …. Michael Culkin Willie as Willie. Carl Proctor Manager as Manager. Timothy Bateson Summers as Summers.

Sophie Linfield Rosie as Rosie. Lorcan O'Toole Desmond as Desmond. Anna Carteret Elizabeth as Elizabeth. David Webber Cabbie as Cabbie. Dan Ireland. More like this. Watch options. Storyline Edit. Palfrey Dame Joan Plowright , recently widowed after a long happy marriage, moves into a London residential hotel more lively and elegant on-line than in fact.

She determines to make the best of it amongst an odd assortment of people, and she particularly hopes her grandson, a London resident, will visit. When she slips on a walk and is aided by penniless young writer Ludo Rupert Friend , she invites him to dine at the Claremont and plays along when her dining mates assume he's her grandson. A friendship develops giving her a companion with whom she can talk about memories and poetry and giving him ideas and support for his writing.

But what of her actual family? How it plays out is the movie's story. Not Rated. Add content advisory. Did you know Edit. Quotes Ludo : [voice over] She began to run out of excuses or explanations for why her grandson never called when suddenly she realized that nobody ever called. Crazy credits One of the crew credits: Best Boy Girl.

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