Brought together for the first time, two early novels from this author, set in Yorkshire, Cambridge and London between 1953 and 1959, and following the fortunes of 3 characters through academic, business and family life.
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A. S. Byatt, sister of novelist Margaret Drabble and a student of Iris Murdoch's fiction, tackles human relations with a vigorous exhaustiveness and an ironic seriousness reminiscent of those more familiar writers. But somehow this revolving close-up of four young people in crisis during Coronation Year, 1953, never quite exerts the emotional tug that often underlies the thoughtful theme-chasing of Murdoch and Drabble. Stephanie, Frederica, and Marcus are the three children of snarling Bill Potter, resident curmudgeon at the progressive Blesford Ride School in Yorkshire, and each of them becomes entwined in a problematic emotional attachment while the school and environs are caught up in an artsy, local Coronation festival. Unmotivated, pliable Stephanie is wooed by a fat, coarse, but blessedly down-to-earth and tender clergyman - and marries him despite her father, who boycotts the wedding, furious that his eldest and brightest is throwing herself away on domesticity with a religious clod. Frederica, feverishly ambitious and itching to lose her virginity, wins the apt role of young Bess in the Coronation festival's main event, an outdoor play about Elizabeth I by handsome young teacher Alex Wedderburn - who'd be the one to deflower Frederica if not for his uncomfortable affair with a married woman and his own tetchy preoccupations with growing-up. (A swinging fellow-actor accomplishes the job instead; Frederica finds it neither "particularly nice nor particularly nasty, more like incessant Tampax.") And worst off of all is reclusive, terrified, adolescent Marcus, whose disturbing tendencies toward fantasies and visions are pounced upon and churned up by a quietly psychotic teacher; their "experiments" with the paranormal spiral into homosexual advances and a pathetic breakdown. In carefully paced, alternating chapters, Byatt develops each story line, and the parallels among the characters' varied awakenings are clearly drawn. Perhaps too clearly. Often mannered, occasionally precious, and ever dense with literary allusions and inventories of facts and feelings, Byatt's rather artificial narrative is never less than readable, rarely less than interesting; an audience hungry for intelligent, layered, literate fiction may hardly mind the lack of spontaneity and passion. (Kirkus Reviews)