Tuesday, May 03, 2016
The Girls of Slender Means
were stuck in Burma, that war was generally felt to be a remote affair. A few shorthand-typists at the May of Teck Club started to apply for safer jobs—that is to say, in private concerns, not connected with the war like the temporary Ministries where many of them had been employed. Their brothers and men-friends in the forces, not yet de-mobilised, by a long way, were talking of vivid enterprises for the exploitation of peace, such as buying a lorry and building up from it a transport business.
from the novel by Muriel Spark.
How spare this is and pinned together with articles of faith and suggestions of grace earned, evil salted in youth and what I imagine is supposed to be spasmodic holiness. Absolutely inchoately devout, her sentences ring with dispassionate observation. That combination is unnerving.... but the taut length and her playful plot make the novel buoyant and memorable.