The Water's Lovely

The Water's Lovely

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Overview

The man who had died was Ismay's stepfather, Guy. Nine years on, she and her sister, Heather, still live in the same house in Clapham. But it has been divided into two self-contained flats. Their mother lives upstairs with her sister, Pamela. And the bathroom, where Guy drowned, has disappeared. Ismay works in public relations, and Heather in catering.

They get on well. They always have. They never discuss the changes to the house, still less what happened that August day. But even lives as private as these, where secrets hang in the air like dust, intertwine with other worlds and other people. And, with painful inevitability, the truth will emerge.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781491536179
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 09/23/2014
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Ruth Rendell is the recipient of several awards, including three Edgars and four Gold Daggers from the UK’s Crime Writers’ Association. Simisola, Blood Lines, Keys to the Street, and The Brimstone Wedding (written as Barbara Vine) are available from Brilliance Audio. She lives in England.

Date of Birth:

February 17, 1930

Place of Birth:

London, England

Education:

Loughton County High School for Girls, Essex

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Chapter One

Weeks went by when Ismay never thought of it at all. Then something would bring it back or it would return in a dream. The dream began in the same way. She and her mother would be climbing the stairs, following Heather's lead through the bedroom to what was on the other side, not a bathroom in the dream but a chamber floored and walled in marble. In the middle of it was a glassy lake. The white thing in the water floated toward her, its face submerged, and her mother said, absurdly, "Don't look!" Because the dead thing was a man and was naked and she was a girl of fifteen. But she had looked and in the dreams she looked again, but at Guy's drowned face. She had looked at the dead face and though she would forget from time to time what she had seen, it always came back, the fear still there in the dead eyes, the nostrils dilated to inhale water, not air.

Heather showed no fear, no emotion of any kind. She stood with her arms hanging by her sides. Her dress was wet, clinging to her breasts. No one spoke then, neither in the reality nor in the dreams, neither of them said a word until their mother fell on her knees and began crying and laughing and babbling nonsense.

When she came home the house was a different place. She had known, of course, that it would be two self-contained flats, the upper one for her mother and Pamela, the lower one for her and Heather, two pairs of sisters, two generations represented. In her last term at university, four hundred miles away in Scotland, what she hadn't understood was that part of the house would disappear.

It was Pamela's idea, though Pamela didn't know why. She knew no more of what had happened than the rest of the world knew. In innocence and well-meaning, she had planned and carried out these drastic changes. She showed Ismay the ground-floor flat and then she took her upstairs.

"I'm not sure how much Beatrix understands," she said, opening the door to what had been the principal bedroom, the room they had walked through to find the drowned man. "I can't tell how much she remembers. God knows if she even realizes it's the same room."

I can hardly realize, thought Ismay. The shock of it silenced her. She looked around her almost fearfully. It was one room now. The door to the bathroom had been—where? The French windows to the balcony were gone, replaced by a single glass door. The whole place looked larger, nearer to the dream room, yet less spacious.

"It's better this way, isn't it, Issy?"

"Oh, yes, yes. It's just that it was a shock." Perhaps it would have been better to sell the house and move. But how else would she and Heather afford a flat to share? "Has Heather seen it?"

"She loves all the changes. I don't know when I've seen her so enthusiastic about anything." Pamela showed her the two bedrooms that had once been hers and Heather's, the new kitchen, the new bathroom. At the top of the stairs she paused, holding on to the newel post and turning her eyes on Ismay almost pleadingly. "It's ten years ago, Issy, or is it eleven?"

"Ten. Coming up to eleven."

"I thought changing things like this would help you finally to put it behind you. We couldn't go on keeping that room shut up. How long is it since anyone went in there? All those ten years, I suppose."

"I don't think about it much anymore," she lied.

"Sometimes I think Heather's forgotten it."

"Perhaps I can forget it now," said Ismay and she went downstairs to find her mother, who was in the garden with Heather.

Forgetting isn't an act of will. She hadn't forgotten, but that conversation with Pamela, that tour of her old home made new, was a watershed for her. Though she dreamed of drowned Guy that night, gradually her mind-set changed and she felt the load she carried ease. She stopped asking herself what had happened on that hot August afternoon. Where had Heather been? What exactly had Heather done—if anything? Was it possible anyone else had been in the house? Probing, wondering, speculating had been with her for ten years and at last she asked herself why. Suppose she found out, what could she do with the truth she had discovered? She wasn't going to share with Heather, live with Heather, to protect her from anything, still less "save" her. It was just convenient. They were sisters and close. She loved Heather and Heather certainly loved her.

She and Heather downstairs, her mother and Pamela on the top floor. The first time Ismay saw her mother in the new living room, in the corner she had made for herself with her radio, her footstool, the handbag she carried everywhere, she watched her to see if her vague dazed glance wandered to the end of the room that was most radically changed. It never did. It really was as if Beatrix failed to understand this was the same room. Heather went up there with her when Pamela invited the two of them for drinks, and it was as Pamela said. She behaved as if she had forgotten, even going up to the new glass door and opening it to check if it was raining. She closed it and came back, pausing to look at a picture Pamela had newly hung on the wall where the towel rail used to be and Beatrix's bowl of colored soaps had stood. Ironically, the only thing to remind you it had once been a bathroom was that picture, a Bonnard print of a nude drying herself after a bath.

If they could forget or dismiss it or accept it, whichever it was, she must too. She had. She was almost proud of herself for doing what people said you had to do: move on. The next time she was up there with her mother, sitting with her while Pamela was out, she got up and walked across the polished floor, stepped over the two rugs, stood in front of the table where the shower cabinet used to be, and picked up a glass paperweight patterned with roses. Holding it up to the light, she felt her heart beating faster. The beat steadied, became rhythmic and slow, and, with deliberation, she turned to look at the place where Guy had died.

Beatrix had turned on her radio, had contorted her body as she always did, leaning to the left, so that she was almost resting her head on the shelf where the radio was, her ear pressed against it. If she noticed where Ismay was she gave no sign of it, managing a distracted smile when her daughter smiled at her.

Not long after that she found her job in public relations and Heather hers in catering. They got on well, they always had. Besides, long ago and almost unconsciously, Ismay had appointed herself, not Heather's guardian, never that, but her companion. Not exactly to watch over her, not in the commonplace phrase to "keep an eye on her," but just to be there and to see. Each time she came home, each time they met during those four years apart, she had watched and inquired and listened to what Heather had to say. She never thought much about the future, the inevitable separation which must come one day—must come or be avoided at a terrible cost to both of them.

Living together, they never discussed the changes to the house, still less what had happened on that August day when she was fifteen and Heather was two years younger. If they had, Ismay would have had to ask the question she had never asked. Each of them paid her share of the rent to Beatrix. It was what she lived on.

A year went by and half another. Ismay fell in love. To Pam, who listened, and to her mother, who never seemed to care or even hear, she described it as falling fathoms deep in love. There had never been a passion like her passion for Andrew Campbell-Sedge. Heather also listened but had nothing to tell her in return. Heather's love affairs, if she had any, must have been brief, superficial, and lukewarm. In Andrew's presence she hardly spoke and Ismay knew why. She was silent with the people she disliked, but there was more to it than that.

Andrew looked like Guy. He belonged to the same type. He might have been Guy's younger brother. Was that why she loved him and Heather didn't love him? The night she understood that, Ismay had the dream again but it was Andrew's face she saw under the clear, pale-green water.

Chapter Two

Marion was there when Edmund came home from work. That was the second time this week. His mother said, "Marion kindly did my shopping for me, so I asked her to stay and eat with us. I knew you'd be pleased."

Did she? Why did she? As far as he could remember he had never expressed an opinion of Marion, apart from saying some months past that it was a mystery to him why women dyed their hair that unnatural shade of dark crimson. She smiled at him and sat at the table, starting to chat in her lively way about all the old people she visited and loved to help—"We'll all be old one day, won't we?"—the National Health Service and her late mother's deferred hip operation, sedatives and analgesics and alternative medicine. She thought it was his "field," she aimed to please him. Later on he would have to walk her to the station. It was only at the bottom of the hill, but he couldn't let her go alone through the dark streets. She would chat all the way about how marvelous his mother was in spite of her health problems.

His mother had produced avocado with shrimp, followed by spaghetti carbonara. "Absolutely delicious, Irene," said Marion, no mean cook herself in her own estimation. She had brought a Bakewell tart with her as a gift. "If I shut my eyes I might be in Bologna."

I wish you were, thought Edmund. So it was "Irene" now. Last time she was here they had still been on "Mrs. Litton" terms. Marion's hair was redder and darker than it had been at the beginning of the week and her little marmoset face more brightly painted. He had never known a woman to be such a fidget. She couldn't sit still for five minutes but was up and down, bouncing about on her little stick legs and her kitten heels.

"You mustn't think you have to come with me," she said to him when she had served and cleared away the coffee. Another first time.

"It's no trouble," said his mother as if she were doing it herself. "Suppose something happened. He'd never forgive himself."

She smiled. She made a conspiratorial face at Marion, a sort of can't-you-see-he's-longing-to-go-with-you face. And then he knew. Marion was intended for him. His mother's chosen present for him. Not from the first probably, not from when they first knew each other a year or two years back, but for perhaps six months. Like a fool he hadn't seen it coming. He saw it now. She was older than he but maybe by no more than five or six years. She was to be his girlfriend, then his fiancee, in a year or two his wife, a wife who would happily share a house with his mother.

Desperate situations call for desperate measures. He walked Marion down the hill, listening with only half an ear to her prattle about his mother's arthritis and her courage (as if Irene were ninety instead of sixty-two), then the latest doings of old Mr. Hussein and old Mrs. Reinhardt. All the while he was thinking what steps to take. Outside the station, as she thanked him for his escort, she lifted her face quite close to his. Did she expect a kiss? He stepped back, said good night, and left her.

"Such a sweet woman," said his mother. "Girl, I should say." She paused to let this sink in. "We've got a new neighbor. I saw him move in today. A Mr. Fenix. Marion says he paid over a million for that house and she should know."

Next day, at the hospice, he reviewed his fellow nurses. The women were all married or living with a boyfriend. At his mid-morning break he went downstairs to the catering department, for a slice of gingerbread or a piece of strudel to go with his coffee. The Jean Langholm Hospice was known for the high standard of its food. As Michelle, one of the cooks, said, "Let's face it, folks come here to die. The least you can do is make their last meals cordon bleu."

She was helping Diane prepare vegetables, cleaning broccoli and scrubbing carrots. Heather, the chef, was making wafer-thin pancakes for lunch. Edmund went up to Heather, as he sometimes did, to ask her how she was and tell her about Mr. Warriner, a cancer patient on his ward in whom she had shown an interest. She simply smiled at the first inquiry and nodded at the news of Mr. Warriner. She was a quiet girl and plain-faced, calm and reposeful, sturdy and full-bodied without being fat. She always looked as if she had just had a bath and washed her hair. Her eyes were the blue of willow-pattern china, and her beautiful thick fair hair was cut in a short bob with bangs. She asked him if he had come for his cake and could she offer him an almond slice or a piece of Battenberg. Edmund chose the Battenberg cake, then he said, "Would you like to come out for a drink one evening?"

She was surprised to be asked. He could see that. "All right," she said.

"Well, this evening?"

She didn't have to think. She stared at him. "If you like."

"What time do you finish here?"

"Six."

"I'll come down for you at six."

It would mean hanging about upstairs for an hour, but never mind. He could have a chat with Mr. Warriner about his son and his dog and his once-splendid stamp collection. However awful the evening might be, however many long silences and glum stares, it wouldn't be Marion and her blather. It wouldn't be a step into the trap his mother and Marion were setting for him.

"What do you think," said Ismay. "Heather has a boyfriend."

Andrew, pouring wine, was so astonished that he let the glass overflow. Ismay ran and fetched a towel from the bathroom. He laughed and kissed her. "Who is this hero?"

"Oh, Andrew, that's not kind. She is my sister. I love her if you don't."

Reading Group Guide

In Ismay’s dreams about the day her stepfather was murdered, she opens the door of the upstairs bathroom and sees his naked body floating in the tub, his dead eyes full of fear. She hears her mother screaming at her not to look, but it’s too late. And now, awake or asleep, Ismay is haunted by what she saw.

The Water’s Lovely explores the nature of obsession and the havoc its relentless pressure can wreak. This reader’s guide is intended as a starting point for discussion about this masterful novel of psychological suspense.|

1. What was your impression of Ismay? Of Heather? Did you find them likable? How would you describe each girl?

2. Discuss the title of this book in light of Guy’s demise and Heather’s watery death. What might the symbolic meaning of water be here? Consider Christian baptism and the role of water in the forgiveness of sins. What sins are Heather, Ismay, and their mother guilty of? How are they punished?

3. Ten years after Guy’s death, Beatrix is nearly catatonic, but when she does speak she quotes fire-and-brimstone passages from the Bible. Why? Do you think Beatrix’s condition was brought on by Guy’s death? How is her silence both a haven and a prison?

4. Did you think that Ismay might be wrong about–or even responsible for–Guy’s death? What does she think was Heather’s reason for killing Guy? Why doesn’t she ever ask Heather for the truth?

5. Why doesn’t Heather like Ismay’s boyfriend, Andrew? Why do you think Andrew dislikes Heather?

6. Before he meets Heather, Edmund’s female influence is from his mother, Irene. How would you describe Irene? What are the sources of her many “illnesses”? Why does she want Edmund to become involved with her friend Marion? What kind of person is Marion? Why might Irene prefer Marion over Heather as a match for Edmund?

7. Although neither of them expects it, Edmund and Heather quickly fall in love. Ismay is also caught off guard. Do you think Ismay should have told Edmund of her suspicions regarding Heather’s involvement in Guy’s death? Put in a similar situation, would you tell your secret or keep what you suspect to yourself?

8. As teenagers, both Ismay and Heather are deeply affected by Guy’s presence in their lives–and by his death. How does his influence manifest itself in them as adults? Between Ismay, Heather, and Beatrix, which woman is least affected by the murder? Why?

9. Does remodeling the house to erase any trace of the room where Guy died help the family to move on? What do these physical changes represent on a symbolic level?

10. Do Ismay’s feelings for Guy excuse his behavior toward her? Do you think Heather was justified in killing Guy?

11. Do you think Ismay is jealous of Heather? Why?

12. Why is Andrew so opposed to sharing the flat with Heather and Edmund? What kind of man is he? What kind of boyfriend? Do you think he loves Ismay?

13. Instead of telling Edmund what happened to her stepfather, Ismay records her story using an old tape recorder. She stores the tape in the packaging for an old cassette no one listens to anymore. What do you think of this plan? Why would she keep the tape instead of destroying it?

14. After the murder, Ismay and Beatrix re-create what they believe happened between Heather and Guy. Why? How does this experiment affect them? Do you think Beatrix is a good mother?

15. Does Beatrix do the right thing by protecting Heather from the police?

16. On page 80, we learn that Beatrix knew about Guy’s flirtation with Ismay. Do you think she also knew about his behavior towards Heather? Why was Beatrix especially vulnerable to Guy? How would you describe Pamela, Ismay and Heather’s aunt? How does low self-esteem affect both Beatrix and Pamela? Do you think Heather has low self-esteem? What about Ismay?

17. How are Marion and her brother, Fowler, alike? How are they different? Which of the two is more honest?

18. Why doesn’t Edmund tell Ismay that he has seen Andrew out with another woman? Do you think he should have? Do you think Ismay’s feelings for Andrew would have been affected by this knowledge?

19. How does the concept of “six degrees of separation” factor into the events of The Water’s Lovely? What roles do fate and chance play?

20. Why does Heather mention Tess of the D’Urbervilles to Edmund? Did the mention of Thomas Hardy’s classic novel provide a clue for you about her motivations for Guy’s murder? Why is Heather reluctant to confess to Edmund? Do you think she should have told him before they got married? In her place, would you have told him at all? Why or why not? How are Heather and Edmund affected by her confession?

21. Andrew leaves Ismay for a socialite named Eva Simber. Why does Heather contact her? What does this reveal about Heather? What is Ismay’s reaction when Eva is murdered later in the novel? Does her reaction reveal a flaw in Ismay’s character or is it a natural–though callous–response? Why do you think Andrew eventually comes back to Ismay?

22. The events of the novel culminate with Marion’s blackmailing Ismay. Does she pay off Marion to protect Heather or herself? What does Ismay have to lose? How does Ismay put an end to it?

23. Did you find the ending of The Water’s Lovely satisfying?

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Water's Lovely 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
memasmb on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ruth Rendell is one of my favourite authors. In this new book, she takes us into the world of English where there is always the "proper" way of doing things.Events in the past turn one family of all women into a complex study of human emotions that are needed to cope with sexual abuse.How Rendell weaves the other surrounding lives into the main family unit follows a twisting, suspenseful, and entertaining path. How each individual character decides to live their life is thought provoking.The ending was unexpected but does tie into the book's title. Recommended for reading.
Cecilturtle on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another clever novel by Rendell; the psychology of her characters is well-developed, if a bit repetitive at times, which leads the reader down all sorts of wrong paths. While the ending to the mystery ends in a twist, the novel itself ends on a curious note which I did not really care for.
charlie68 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read this book for some light reading after reading works from the eighteenth century and perhaps it was a little to light. A good ending with some flat characters, there is better works by Rendell than this. The non-Wexford novels arent as good. The characters in those novels make them a joy to read.
lauraface21 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The beginning of this book hooked me. The middle dragged on and got a little boring. After the climax a very good climax i thought that the end of the book would be a positive. However, it proved to be a depressing one. I wasn't very satisfied with the book but, felt obligated to finish it just the same.
stonelaura on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
For those mystery readers that favor in-depth character development with just a hint of suspicion thrown in, The Water¿s Lovely will be just the refreshing dip that¿s called for. Rendell, the three-time Edgar Award-winning author of the Wexford series, has created a stand-alone gem that reads like literary fiction foremost and mystery-to-be-solved secondly. The story evolves slowly with multiple characters being developed. Central to the story is the relationship between sisters Heather and Ismay and the dark secret they share ¿ a secret so dark it has driven their mother, Beatrix, to a life of restless insanity. Along with these two complex sisters we meet their boyfriends, Edmund and Andrew, two men whose outlook on life is so vastly different they can hardly be in the same room together. In fact, Andrew¿s intolerance drives the sisters apart causing reverberations to the other characters in the story. Pam, Beatrix¿s sister and live-in care-giver, is spiraling downward toward spinsterhood as a succession of online dates prove unsatisfactory and Marion, the conniving gold-digger, feels spurned by Edmund and is more driven than ever to reap the rewards she hopes her fawning attention to her coterie of doddering old folks will provide. If only her panhandler brother, Fowler, hadn¿t tossed out her coveted vial of morphine. Although there is a random murder, the story really isn¿t about who-done-it, it¿s really about developing the characters well enough that we understand why-it-was-done, and Rendell has certainly resolved that task with eloquence and imagination.No sex scenes, no graphic violence. The reading by Rosalyn Landor is perfect.
bcquinnsmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not one of Rendell's best, The Water's Lovely is really the story of the relationship between sisters. Ismay, the elder sister, knows a secret about the other sister, Heather, that has had life-changing consequences, including driving their mother Beatrix a bit insane. Now Heather has a serious boyfriend to whom she becomes engaged, and Ismay wonders if she should share that secret with him so that he knows what kind of wife he's getting. Meanwhile, Ismay runs into some serious obstacles of her own, and between the two sisters, their choices have an effect on all of the other characters in the novel.As noted, it's not my favorite Rendell work, and it's more of a character study than a mystery. I did not find a single character that I liked in this book. There are several subplots in this book, and at times the dialog was a bit inane. The real mystery here is how I manage to finish it. I think if you're a fan of Ruth Rendell fan you might want to give it a go, but it's eminently skippable among her books.
readingrat on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While not exactly a thriller (or even the least bit suspenseful) and not without it's flaws, this book makes for a pretty interesting and quirky character read. The level of irony is pretty high and the author relies heavily on the 6-degrees-of-separation theory - although I could never figure out which one was in a movie with Kevin Bacon ;-)
TheoClarke on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The greatest strength of this is the writing style and its greatest weakness is the abrupt resolution. Several interesting subplots are woven around what amounts to a study of the relationship between two sisters and their immediate family.
carolmt on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not as good as other books by her. It was hard to get into the characters. It was a slow moving book.
knittingfreak on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the first book by Ruth Rendell that I've read. Having heard glowing reviews, I've wanted to read one of her books for a long time. I was not disappointed by her latest, The Water's Lovely. The book tells the story of two sisters, Ismay and Heather, who have grown up with a terrible shadow hanging over their heads. When they were teenagers, their stepfather made advances to Ismay, who was fifteen at the time. Though inappropriate, things never crossed the line. Ismay, being young and confused, is somewhat flattered by the attention. Heather, who is thirteen at the time, witnesses the flirtation between her stepfather and her sister. Their stepfather drowns in the bathtub after an extended illness, and it is ruled an accident. However, both Ismay and her mother both suspect Heather who was home that fateful afternoon. She is covered in water and obviously distraught when they arrive home. They all lie to the police and say that Heather was with them shopping for school uniforms the afternoon that Guy drowned. Ismay and her mother, Beatrix, never ask Heather if she killed Guy. Though they both discuss it often.Needless to say, this leaves a lasting mark on the lives of everyone involved. Beatrix can't cope and loses touch with reality. She has to be cared for by her sister, Pamela. Heather and Ismay have a very close bond, and Ismay feels she must protect Heather at all costs. Rendell includes several other story lines with characters that are involved in the lives of the two sisters. Despite the dark overtone, she does include some dry humor, which helps to alleviate some of the tension. This is a great book that I would highly recommend.
Mooose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's a fine line between keeping your readers in suspense and having them scream, "Just get on with it already!" and this book walked it. I was second guessing everything we were told by Ismay and, and more than point, desperately wanted to give her a shake. Rendell is not afraid to have difficult characters or endings, don't expect to have everything neatly tied up.
Bookmarque on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As usual, Rendell puts me into the heart of modern British life and I found the story engrossing and her characters interesting. But this was like Rendell light. There weren¿t any clear-cut monsters unless you count Marion who I found more pathetic and annoying than dangerous. Things tended to meander to a fairly soppy conclusion more worthy of Maeve Binchy than Ruth Rendell. It pains me to admit that this novel was pretty weak even though I could barely put it down. Anticipation of a great, crackling Rendell ending kept me going. Alas, I got a tacked-on Binchy ending. Spoilers below-Marion¿s duplicity had hints of the usual deliciously creepy quality Rendell brings to her sociopaths, but she wasn¿t scary. I¿ve seen her do subtlety to much better effect. Marion¿s efforts to worm her way into the affection (and wills) of the elderly were more creepy than harmful. When she ended up with Ismay¿s taped ¿confession¿ of her suspicions against sister Heather, I wondered why Ismay gave in at all. Marion¿s ability to bring her threat to any kind of harmful conclusion was nil and it made me write Ismay off as a moron.Which I was already half way to over her relationship with the feckless Andrew anyway. What a creep he was. Cheating, unfeeling and a bully Ismay remained loyal and as much in love as her needy psyche would allow. There must be something deficient in her personality since she actually longed for her stepfather¿s sexual overtures when she was 15.Which brings us to the crux of the mystery here; Guy¿s apparent murder at the hands of his step-daughter Heather, only 13 at the time. His illness must have REALLY depleted his strength and Heather must have REALLY been a pre-adolescent Amazon to have pulled this off. His bathtub drowning really pushed the limits of plausibility. When late in the story, Heather reveals to Ismay her motive for the killing I wasn¿t surprised at Ismay¿s misapprehension. All these years she¿s believed Heather was protecting her from Guy, not perceiving that she craved his attentions. In reality, Heather was protecting herself and Guy using Ismay as a deflector to his real intent; the younger sister.It¿s this delusion that helps Ismay believe that Andrew¿s new girlfriend¿s death came at the hands of Heather as well. Especially after she finds out that Heather was trying to convince Eve to leave Andrew so he could return to Ismay (who, dolt that she is, would take him back).But even this emotional situation seems out of focus and vague. Ismay seems more a caricature of a doormat than an actual doormat. Her declarations and actions are de rigueur for novelists writing a weak and man-obsessed woman. She does nothing unique. Heather¿s attempts to separate Eve from Andrew are unique though. The only intensely real seeming relationship in the whole thing was that of Edmund and Heather. They came together at just the right time and it was good to watch Edmund separate himself from his overbearing mother, Irene. Her guilt trips had no affect on him after a while and he got away. Their love seemed real to me and must have been to Andrew as well since he blamed his desertion on their presence. I guess he didn¿t want Ismay to make any comparisons and realize that what he offered her was a lame imitation of real devotion and esteem.Desperation takes many forms in this novel as we see Pam pursue a relationship whose only merit seems to be a change from the usual routine of taking care of Beatrix (Pam¿s sister and Ismay and Heather¿s mother) and some non-revolting sex. When she finally decides that this lackluster ¿partnership¿ as Ivan calls it is not working, Ivan attacks her, rapes her and throws her out of his apartment where she falls down the stairs breaking many bones. No police charges are brought and she sinks quietly back into her old life, reuniting with an old flame who left in the wake of Guy¿s death. This was one of the Binchy moments as was Andrew¿s proprietary return to Ism
nldavis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not Rendell's best. Powerful psychological insight, but none of the characters are sympathetic. Young woman is obsessed by an incident in the past, makes some very poor choices. The ending comes out of the blue and does not relate to the plot nor the themes.
annafdd on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of the good ones (not all Rendell books work for me) but very very cruel
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A great read and beautifully written. Few writers of this genre can top Rendell.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed this book. I'm trying to branch out of my usual King/Koontz genre and this book was a good read. The writing style/grammar were a problem for me at times, but perhaps that is the way the author intended the book to read. I definitely recommend it. I have not ventured into Rendell's series novels but may try one soon.
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obxtea More than 1 year ago
This was interesting enough to finish reading but I wouldn't really recommend it. I've read other books by Ruth Rendell that were better. I didn't think it had a satisfying ending.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've never read anything by this author, but was intrigued by the book jacket and story's description. I had no idea, however, that the novel would include so much humor! To me, the secondary story of Marion and her incessant plotting to be included in various older people's wills, which kept me reading on and waiting for her to fall flat on her face, was as intriguing as the dilemma for Ismay and Heather. The quick cuts from one scene to another call to mind Maeve Binchey's books, and kept the story moving. I was, however, more than a little let down by the slapped on, unhappy ending. Despite that, I will look for other books by this author. This was good, just not a gem.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ruth Rendell's characterizations are second to none. This is no exception, but as other reviewers pointed out, the coincidences strain all credulity, and the end is just a let-down. Read it for the wit and the insights into the human condition, not for the plot's disappointing conclusion.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I agree with the critics' praise of this. It's a typical Ruth Rendell intelligent, mature superbly written psychological suspense novel. If you are a fan of RR, don't miss it.