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If you had asked most pundits in the Fifties which novelist’s centenary we would be celebrating in 2013, most would have guessed at a proponent of the nouveau roman; an addresser of contemporary concerns; a chronicler of social injustice.
Not many would have backed an unassuming woman whose novels were apt to begin: “The new curate seemed quite a nice young man, but what a pity it was that his combinations showed, tucked carelessly into his socks, when he sat down.” Barbara Pym’s unique and unmistakable comedies of English life had an uncertain status during her lifetime, but since her death in 1980 her reputation has grown steadily.
In A Glass of Blessings (1958), an underemployed housewife enjoys a flirtation, only to discover that mysterious Piers lives in Shepherd’s Bush with his knitwear-modelling boyfriend, Keith (“'He’ll eat anything really,’ said Keith to me in a confidential tone, gathering his purchases together into a canvas bag”).
In Excellent Women (1952), a respectable spinster is entranced by glamorous, selfish Rocky living below with his tousled wife, only to find herself pulled into an exhausting and unsatisfying romance with dour anthropologist Everard.
Related: Ashley Judd Gets Candid With Diane Sawyer About Weinstein And now, Heather isn't the only one speaking out, as actress Jordana Grolnick has since spoken up about her own unsavory experience with President Bush. According to Miz Grolnick, Bush copped a feel when they posed for a picture during the powerhouse's visit to the production of Smh.
In an attempt to downplay the situation, a spokesperson from Bush Sr.'s team claimed these awkward moments were the result of the 93-year-old being confined to a wheelchair.
To try to put people at ease, the president routinely tells the same joke — and on occasion, he has patted women's rears in what he intended to be a good-natured manner.
Only in 1977 did a stroke of luck turn Pym’s fortunes around.
The Times Literary Supplement, of all publications, ran a special issue canvassing opinion on the most over- and underrated writers of the century.
Her six previous novels went on being read, and were even popular among a no doubt unfashionable readership.
She went on with her job at the International African Institute – where she met the sort of academics who appear often in her novels – with no prospect of further publication.
They occupy a very specific corner of existence, and her concerns remain much the same from book to book.