Henry Holt, 210 pp., $23.00
Norton, 224 pp., $13.00 (paper)
Norton, 220 pp., $13.00 (paper)
Norton, 156 pp., $12.00 (paper)
The Widow's Children, Paula Fox's eerily intense 1976 novel about a nasty family evening, begins with a scene of arming for battle. Clara Hansen, a twenty-nine-year-old single woman in New York City, is getting ready for a gathering in the hotel room of her mother, Laura Maldonada, a monstrously caustic aging Spanish beauty about to embark on a cruise to Africa with her rich, boozy second husband. Normally Clara dresses 'defensively,' but tonight she chooses a silk gown, a gauntlet thrown down. Halfway through cocktails, Laura grabs the hem with her clawlike hands and her face freezes in judgment at the label, Christian Dior. Mother and daughter have battled, quietly, over clothes before. Clara's Uncle Eugenio, absent from this demented dinner party, is a collector of rich old ladies, one of whom died in a tower suite at the old Ritz and left Clara a mysterious trunk: perfumed things from Worth, 'chiffon embroidered with silver thread, sachets, a small fur wrap, unworn lingerie covered with lace.' But Laura had taken them for herself since, she tells Clara, they 'would not have suited your age'—too luxurious, and too old-fashioned.
Review, 3921 words
To read the full text of this piece, please choose one of the following options:
|
If you are already a subscriber to the Review's electronic edition, please sign in: |
To subscribe to the electronic edition, please press the button below. |
To purchase access to this article for $3, please press the button below. |