Between The Acts

Konusu

6much of the novel’s power comes from the way it juxtaposes hubbub and quietness. A vase stands in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence; outside, preparations for the afternoon’s revelry gather pace. Mrs swithin’s thoughts rustle through her mind, frequently confusing and eluding her and, as she tells her brother, proving hard to verbalise: ‘we haven’t the words we haven’t the words, ’ mrs swithin protested. ‘behind the eyes; not on the lips; that’s all.