All Passion Spent
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A charming extraordinary early 20th century novel about family relationships. When the great statesman Lord Slane dies, everyone assumes his dutiful wife will slowly fade away, the paying guest of each of her six children. But Lady Slane surprises everyone by escaping to a rented house in Hampstead where she revels in her new freedom, revives youthful ambitions and gathers some very unsuitable companions. Irreverent, entertaining and insightful, this is a tale of the unexpected joys of growing older. WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY JOANNA LUMLEY
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This is such a beautiful book. The emotions and feelings within it are so real. The story is wonderful. I'm so glad my mom recommended it to me, but I'm sorry it took me so long to finally read. I wish I could read this for the first time again.
Lord Slane is dead—what will become of his 88-year-old widow? The six children discuss this, and Lady Slane listens to all the plans and says, “I am going to live by myself.”
She goes on to say, “...I have considered the eyes of the world for so long that I think it's time I had a holiday from them. If one is not to please oneself in old age, when is one to please oneself? There is so little time left!”
“I am going to become completely self-indulgent. I am going to wallow in old age.”
And so Lady Slane rents a favorite house and makes new friends and reflects back upon her life and encourages her young granddaughter to make the choices she did not make, picking the choices of one's heart.
On old age: “The mind was as alert as ever, perhaps more alert, sharpened by the sense of imminent final interruption, spurred by the necessity of making the most of remaining time; only the body was a little shaky, not very certain of its reliability, not quite certain even of its sense of direction, afraid of stumbling over a step, of spilling a cup of tea, nervous, tremulous; aware that it must not be jostled or hurried, for fear of betraying its frail inadequacy.”
A little more on old age: “Those days were gone when feeling burst its bounds and poured hot from the foundry, when the heart seemed likely to split with complex and contradictory desires; now there was nothing left but a landscape in monochrome, the features identical but the colours gone from them and nothing but a gesture left in place of speech.”
I still maintain a couple physical shelves of books that contains my all-time favorites and mind-expanding books. I define favorites worth rereading and therefore keeping a copy of, for that purpose. This is a favorite which I've read probably 3 maybe even 4 times since I saw the movie version.
In a world where I'm driven by the calendar and clock, and a mental list of must dos before I can take a break, let alone relax, this story really gets me to daydreaming about a time in my life when all that pandemonium falls away and I can slump into a comfy chair with a great page-turner. The fireplace would be icing on the cake.
And growing up during the transition from women being defined by and deemed less than men, and women making major changes to the world, creating more equal footing, this book also strikes a chord.
