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On the Edge of the Cliff
1979
First Published
3.46
Average Rating
179
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An old (70-ish) man in love with a loving young (25) woman—jealous when she strays but too fine a fellow to show it. A philanderer's angry wife descending on her hubby's latest paramour. Middle-class couples drifting into adultery . . . No, these aren't novel notions, nor are most of the others in this collection of nine stories—but V.S. Pritchett hardly needs arresting premises to grab anyone's attention; timeworn situations take on a first-time fascination when lavished with his shrewdly chosen details, his understanding of the little ways in which the mind and heart get out of sync, his seductive shifts from one finely shaded viewpoint to another. The best tales here are the simplest: ""The Fig Tree,"" which infuses an adulterous triangle with tenderness on all sides—and with the unforced resonance that comes from everyone's passion for the growing and tending of plants (the wife's lover owns a nursery); and ""On the Edge of the Cliff,"" that superbly economical study of a May-November romance, wondrous in isolation but tormented whenever the outside world (a grim county fair, for example) intrudes. And Pritchett farce is here too in two stories (as opposed to Pritchett wit, which is never absent): the philanderer's angry wife fastens the right evidence on the wrong mistress (her husband has many); a Vice-Consul in a tropical outpost must deal with accusations re stolen dentures. True, Pritchett's impeccable ease tightens up just slightly when he takes on more schematic designs: there's the slightly overdrawn tale of a retired gent's obsession with the writer who used to live in his villa, and two class-conscious parables—an elderly gentlewoman's kindness to a common lad, repaid with robbery; the unlikely romance between an anti-intellectual widower-tradesman and his lady-professor nemesis. And one story, ""The Worshippers,"" almost doesn't work at all, saddling a British-garment-district character study with rather too much socio-psychological baggage, But even when slightly askew, Pritchett is graceful, wise, and cozy; and when he is on target, as he is most often here, the combination of high style and deep thought is incomparable. (Kirkus)
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V.S. Pritchett
V.S. Pritchett
Author · 21 books

Victor Sawdon Pritchett was the first of four children of Walter Sawdon Pritchett and Beatrice Helena (née Martin). His father, a London businessman in financial difficulties, had come to Ipswich to start a shop selling newspapers and stationery. The business was struggling and the couple were lodging over a toyshop at 41 St Nicholas Street where Pritchett was born on 16 December 1900. Beatrice had expected a girl, whom she planned to name after the Queen. Pritchett never liked his first name, which is why he always styled himself with his initials; even close friends would call him VSP. Pritchett's father was a steady Christian Scientist and unsteady in all else. Walter and Beatrice had come to Ipswich to be near her sister who had married money and lived in Warrington Road. Within a year Walter was declared bankrupt, the family moved to Woodford, Essex, then to Derby, and he began selling women's clothing and accessories as a travelling salesman. Pritchett was soon sent with his brother Cyril to live with their paternal grandparents in Sedbergh, where the boys attended their first school. Walter's business failures, his casual attitude to credit, and his easy deceit obliged the family to move frequently. The family was reunited but life was always precarious; they tended to live in London suburbs with members of Beatrice's family. They returned to Ipswich in 1910, living for a year near Cauldwell Hall Road, trying to evade Walter's creditors. At this time Pritchett attended St. John's School. Subsequently Pritchett attended Alleyn's School, Dulwich, and Dulwich College but he stayed nowhere for very long. When his father went to fight in World War I, Pritchett left school. Later in the war Walter turned his hand to aircraft design, of which he knew nothing, and his later ventures included art needlework, property speculation, and faith healing. Pritchett was a leather buyer from 1916 to 1920, when he moved to Paris, where he worked as a shop assistant. In 1923 he started writing for the Christian Science Monitor, which sent him to Ireland and Spain. From 1926 he wrote reviews for the paper and for the New Statesman, which later appointed him literary editor. Pritchett's first book described his journey across Spain (Marching Spain 1928) and Clare Drummer (1929) was about his experiences in Ireland. Whilst in Ireland he met his first wife, Evelyn Vigors, but it was not to be a happy marriage. Pritchett published five novels but he claimed not to enjoy their creation. His reputation was established by a collection of short stories (The Spanish Virgin and Other Stories (1932)). In 1936 he divorced his first wife, and married Dorothy Rudge Roberts; they had two children. The marriage lasted until Pritchett's death, although they both had other relationships. His son is the journalist Oliver Pritchett and his grandson (son of Oliver) is the cartoonist Matt Pritchett. During World War II Pritchett worked for the BBC and the Ministry of Information whilst continuing to submit a weekly essay to the New Statesman. After the war he wrote widely and he started taking teaching positions at universities in the United States: Princeton (1953), the University of California (1962), Columbia University and Smith College. He was fluent in German, Spanish, and French, and published successful biographies of Honoré de Balzac (1973), Ivan Turgenev (1977) and Anton Chekhov (1988), although he did not know Russian and had never visited the Soviet Union. Pritchett was knighted in 1975 for his services to literature and became Companion of Honour in 1993. His awards include Heinemann Award (1969), PEN Award (1974), W.H. Smith Literary Award (1990), and Golden Pen Award (1993). He died of a stroke in London on 20 March 1997. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V.\_S.\_Pr...

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