Soon she must sell the house, the cars, the art. And looking up outside at night she sees a young girl in the next door houses upper window. Hey, gee, Joy, I dont want to sound trite this time of night but its the god damn truth, she doesnt understand me. Yet through it all she retains her mothers advice: My dear, anticipation makes you stop looking back in regret but meanwhile, dont believe all this equality rubbish, your snobberies are the most preciously valuable asset you will ever have in life, cherish them well.
I also liked Elliott Banfield's accompanying drawings, and Mr. Donleavy's dedication: To Maria Theresa Von Stockert Sayle Who Wore Her White Gloves In The Garden.
It's also an ode to New York City and its suburbs. I looked forward to her thought process, as she starts to observe things she never did before, such as the homeless. Was Donleavy making fun of the stereotypical Bryn Mawr lady who marries big only to spend her life at parties and art events? Book Season = Autumn (in New York)
The story is about a rich woman whose husband leaves her, her grown kids forget about her and are probably ashamed of her, and her society friends and acquaintances slowly shun her away. So while sad, I couldn't help thinking she brought it upon herself.
It was a nice short read and I would recommend this book to anyone with a flair works combining snobbery, the fractured lives of the well-to-do, Ivy-league schools and the New York City of old, but with a contemporary twist.
La vida de Jocelyn, una mujer que pasa de los cuarenta, da un giro de ciento ochenta grados cuando su marido decide abandonarla por una jovencita de veinticinco, y sus hijos, que están estudiando lejos, tampoco van a verla. Todo ello sin dejar de ser una mujer con clase, lo que para ella implica que no puede hacer pis en cualquier sitio, no. Lo mejor de la novela, para mí, llega cuando está tan desesperada, sin un céntimo, que se propone vender su cuerpo por dinero.
One is charming, the other two a bit crass.
TLWLCRR's heroine, Jocelyn Jones, is an extraordinary character who shares many characteristics with Edward Gorey's protagonists: older, distinguished, in decline. I can't recall another character from a novel or story I've read in the last few years with a personality as forceful as Ms. Jocelyn "Don't Call Me Joy" Jones. That said, as much as I admired its protagonist, TLWLCRR is a poorly put together book. Jocelyn's story is told in chronological fashion but at times it reads too much like a character study in which events are summarized and compressed and opportunities for drama or suspense missed.
Since this is only a novella, it's possible his most recent novelwhich came out a couple years after this onefeatures more of the perspective blending and more of the interspersed poems he's known for.
The jacket describes The Lady Who Liked Clean Restroom as "eccentrically punctuated." This is a drastic understatement in my opinion.
This book is wonderfully strange.
Jocelyn, at least, has her mother and grandmother's soothing advice to carry her through, not least of all: "...when youre away from your own trusted lavatory, only go to the cleanest of places to take a pee..." and "...if you really have to, only clean, very clean rest rooms will do." Jocelyn Jones' behavior becomes erratic and her financial investments fall through. What really was striking, though, was the fact that about 20 pages before the end the narration changed; while it had all been first-person string-of-consciousness, it changed to third person, though we are still hearing Jocelyn's thoughts and reactions to the world around her. While she might be "saved" financially, almost magically, I don't actually think this book has a happy ending as some reviews have mentioned on other sites...which is what made me like the book even more.