I enjoyed All Passion Spent despite knowing that if I’d read a book set today about the wife of a politician and ambassador moving to Hampstead, after his death, to live her best life I’d just be annoyed.
I mean, I know it’s making a point. ‘A Room of One’s Own’ and all that. The tragedy of women simply expected to diminish themselves when they become a wife and hide away their ambitions.
But it was published in 1931 and it’s witty and well observed so I can forgive it everything.
I mean… almost. I could have done without the maid’s ’peasant wisdom’.