![]() One of the strange things about really old friendships is that the past is both important and not important. (I'm reasonably sure it was an LT recommendation a couple of years ago, thank you to whoever it was that reviewed it so positively then). ![]() ![]() Possibly the best read of the year so far. Even though we create our selves, is our self still real? Do we choose what to remember and what to forget? Where does the self come from? Is it made of memories, of the things that we gather around us, do we create it from will power? The narrator is a playwright, Molly an actor, Andrew (the third friend) someone who has transformed himself from his poor Belfast origins into a poised and mellifluous television art historian so another theme is realness, authenticity and artifice, and what this means in terms of the self. Not much to build a story on, you might think, but this was tremendous - an engaging story of the dynamics within friendships but also an examination of what humans are. She thinks back over the two decades of her relationship with that friend, Molly Fox, and another friend who was at university with both of them. ![]() A woman stays in the house of an old friend while that old friend is away. ![]()
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