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Anita Brookner CBE (16 July 1928 – 10 March 2016) was an English award-winning novelist and art historian.

Anita Brookner CBE (16 July 1928 – 10 March 2016) was an English award-winning novelist and art historian. She was Slade Professor of Fine Art at the University of Cambridge from 1967 to 1968 and was the first woman to hold this visiting professorship. She was awarded the 1984 Man Booker Prize for her novel Hotel du Lac. Brookner was born in Herne Hill, a suburb of London.

David asked for and received a plate of plain boiled rice. Don’t be silly, Harold,’ said his wife. I’m sure you approve, Dr Goldmark. What’s that?’ said Monty Goldmark, expert in deflecting requests for medical opinions. Tonight he was deploying his favourite stratagem: an affectation of deafness. An occasional fast day is good for the health?’. This is all quite delicious, Kitty,’ said Mrs May, anxious to maintain and prolong the pleasant.

Anita Brookner was born in London and, apart from several years in Paris, was a lifelong Londoner. Brookner creates a fascinating window into the interior monologues of human beings, particularly women. She trained as an art historian and taught at the Courtauld Institute of Art until 1988. In Fanny you can see all the ways one can mentally reformat their experiences to try and make them more tolerable.

The extraordinary Anita Brookner gives us a brilliant novel about age and awakening. In Visitors, Brookner explores what happens when a woman's quiet resignation to fate is challenged by the arrogance of youth. Dorothea May is most at ease in the company of strangers - so when she is prevailed upon to take in a young man in town for a family wedding, her carefully constructed, solitary world is thrown into disarray. As the wedding approaches, old family secrets surface and conflicts erupt between the generations.

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The extraordinary Anita Brookner, praised by The New York Times as "one of the finest novelists of her generation," gives us a brilliant novel about age and awakening

The extraordinary Anita Brookner, praised by The New York Times as "one of the finest novelists of her generation," gives us a brilliant novel about age and awakening. Dorothea May is most at ease in the company of strangers.

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Anita Brookner was too easily mistaken for her unhappy spinster heroines, but the Booker winner was a novelist of peerless wit and insight, and one of the most distinguished art historians of recent times. Published: 18 Mar 2016. Julian Barnes remembers his friend Anita Brookner: ‘There was no one remotely like her’. In Visitors, Brookner explores what happens when a woman’s quiet resignation to fate is challenged by the arrogance of youth.

Dorothea May's tranquility is shattered by Kitty Levinson's announcement of her granddaughter's forthcoming marriage. As the wedding approaches, the scene is set for a highly charged conflict of generations, in which the claims of the young are in stark and selfish contrast to the disabling propriety of the old. VISITORS is a vivid exploration of familial responsibilities and the expectations that perpetually threaten to overwhelm them.

When I was half way through it, I could not make up my mind about the novel. Is it dull and repetitive, or is it a clever reconstruction of a hyper-reserved widow's internal life? I suspected I would keep on reading; it does have an unputdownable quality...
Now that I'm finished, I'm still of two minds. Many things about the novel jar, the first being Brookner's easy acceptance that Thea's age of 70 counts her amongst the old and therefore vaguely decrepit, not to mention superfluous. Also, the book was first published in 1997, when we were all proclaiming that 80 was the new 60 (and even that 90 was the new 70, a different matter entirely). The dogs in the streets had stents, pacemakers, and multiple bypasses, yet Thea suffers from breathlessness and palpitations, while her in-laws Kitty and Austin seem in constant fear of heart attacks. Strange...
Mind you, Thea does seem to have some clear insights into her condition, but they seem extraordinary narrow: for an intelligent woman, she seems to have sleep-walked herself into a lifeless and airless cul-de-sac.
Of course, it's entirely possible that I am missing the point completely: that this is in fact a novel about about just that - sleep-walking into oblivion. I suppose I'll just have to read some more Brookner novels to see...
Anita Brookner has a unique voice in modern fiction not unlike the introspective prose of Henry James. This novel is quietly unsettling as an elderly widow is prodded by circumstances to review her past and make adjustments. The process is slow and not without worry, but she does make significant moves to broaden her horizons. The prose as usual packs a lot of meaning.
This is the first Anita Brookner book I have read, and even though I was entranced by the story line, I found the sentence structure long and rambling. Ms. Brookner weaves her thoughts with a difficult warp. Her repetitive return to previously covered subjects left me often wondering if something had changed...didn't I read about this before. Sometimes I felt it was too rambling and ended up skipping whole paragraphs just to avoid the trackless thoughts. Even though she has won prior awards, Ms. Brookner might want to think about getting a new editor.
An editor of mine once said to me that he didn't think a wholelot happened in an Anita Brookner novel. "It's like somebody takes a painting off the wall and contemplates the patch of wallpaper that hasn't faded. That's the book."
He was right--and he was very wrong.
Lives in Brookner's novels almost always follow the same arc as that wallpaper--from bright possibility to faded reality, and her characters are struck by the contrast of hopeful past and dim present. That is, the characters she most sympathizes with. Because in Brookner's world, there are the quiet, compliant, resigned types (who sometimes long to be bolder), and then there are brash heedless people who like FitzGerald's Daisy and Tom Buchanan smash things and people because they don't care what others think.
The painful and sometimes humiliating interaction of these two types is the source of the drama. Brookner's often compared to Henry James, and like James, she posits that adventures of consciousness, travels of the mind and heart, are as strange and threatening as any other trips we might make.
Brookner's newest novel, her seventeenth, is a gloriously moving example of her insight into this paradox, written as always in witty and crystalline prose, and with her usual poetic psychological precision.
Dorothea May grew up very quietly in a London suburb, and it shaped her values: "One ate plain food, was careful not to give offence, and stayed at home until one married." This outwardly sedate spinster's life--in which trips to Europe were as uneventful as trips to the library--was interrupted by an accidental meeting that lead to a happy fifteen-year marriage. But when her husband Henry died, Dorothea slipped back into the silence and virtual isolation she had been so accustomed to. While she had dearly loved her husband, when she at last got rid of his things, she "felt a sort of elation on realizing that in the future she would not be disturbed."
Well-off at seventy, in reasonably good health, but fighting recognition of her body's growing frailty, she's also profoundly aware of "approaching the end of life, and that silence was appropriate." Brookner captures the sustaining rituals of Dorothea's narrowed life with heartbreaking and at times comic accuracy. While her own family is gone, she does have rich in-laws left, and doesn't really mind providing them with a conversational "diversion" due to her perceived oddness.
These same in-laws--careful to phone her every week to check on her health, but never coming much closer--disrupt the reverie-filled life she's sunken into. Her sister-in-law's granddaughter has decided to come back to London from Massachusetts to get married, and Dorothea is pressured to offer her hospitality to the best man. The idea of a stranger in her home is appalling, but Dorothea can't say no to this surprising request.
Until now, she has been "moving through her shadowy rooms undisturbed, as though she were her own ghost." But the presence of a houseguest who is young and somewhat opaque to her, along with the oncoming wedding and the immersion in the present, is enough to change her life. That change is Jamesian: Dorothea comes to see her childhood, her parents, her marriage, her one brief affair in a completely new light. She emerges radiant with understanding, and can heroically face growing old: "the country without maps." It's an almost breathtaking series of insights and discoveries, and Visitors is that rare book: a literary page-turner.
Brookner's great gifts as a novelist are on lavish display in Visitors. Few authors can communicate as deftly and subtly as she can the shocking passage of time, or the baffling way friends can drift apart, and the quiet lies and evasions of family life. What's most amazing is that the quality of her work has been so consistently high year after year. If you haven't read any of her novels, Visitors is a wonderful introduction to one of our best and most consistently enjoyable contemporary novelists.
Lev Raphael, author of LITTLE MISS EVIL, 4th in the Nick Hoffman series...
In the reclusive and sensitive Mrs. May, Anita Brookner has created a character of utterly memorable proportions. Though no one is allowed behind the high walls of her inner world, the reader is invited to spend a week there: the impressions of this experience stick. Brookner's prose is flat but fertile, a golden plain that rustles in the breeze and is ripe for harvest. And other characters frequent these pages: the young as viewed from the treetops of age; the old and their shifting grasp on life; the dead exhumed and examined in the light. And all cry out to be heard, some with a genteel wave of the hand, others with self-satisified, irritated shouts. To know Mrs. May, one must begin to think the way she does, and perhaps this is the real brilliance of this novel: one is given a roadmap to her mind and urged to use it. It is difficult to believe that the "visitors" themselves could be as oafish as they are; this novel is also a meditation on the smiling thoughtlessness of youth. Age, too, must undergo rigorous cross-examination in the courtroom of this book, and the testimony given makes fascinating reading. Brookner is so smooth, so pleasant to imbibe, that one forgets she is a complex and sophisticated drink. Don't let the readability of "Visitors" fool you; this novel is fun, but hardly kidstuff.