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Dorothy Whipple was born in 1893. She wrote nine highly acclaimed novels between 1932 and 1953, two of which were made into successful films. Even so, when a widely-read friend recommended I try her out, I was sceptical. Stories of domestic ups and downs in the 1930s, however accomplished the writing might be, sounded inevitably quaint and dated to me. If I am completely honest, I think her name may have prejudiced me a bit as well: DOROTHY WHIPPLE. It doesnt exactly have the ring of Dostoevsky or Shakespeare, does it?! Instead I found myself picturing some dear sweet lady with a writing hobby, taking curtain-tweaking peeps at the world, incapable of unpleasantness or boat-rocking or shock-treatments of any kind.I could not have been more wrong. On the surface Dorothy Whipples characters do indeed move in ordinary domestic worlds set during an era dominated by preoccupations of times long distant from ours. And yet beneath this surface, as with all great fiction, the subjects she addresses are universal. The main characters of They Were Sisters are - as one might expect - three sisters, who have experienced a close upbringing but taken very different roads as adults. Their personalities, each so different, are acutely and tenderly drawn. One is head-turningly beautiful, one is shy and in a hurry to grow up, one seems duller and more sensible. They all marry well, but only two of them manage to have children. The novel opens when a reunion visit is being planned at the house of the sister who is childless. Any reader who thinks they could guess what will unfold from that visit would be mistaken.Dorothy Whipple writes with such a lightness of touch, but has a razor-eye for human flaws. Everyone in this novel, from the sisters, to their various husbands and children, is utterly believable. As the years pass the contact between the three women ebbs and flows, but their deep bond of shared childhood remains. Problems arise, some of them terrible, but while wanting to help each other, they also recognise the need to live with the consequences of their own decisions. This creates a tension that builds and builds as the novel progresses until, behind the veneer of their civilised and genteel world, the most unforseeable and hideous tragedy takes place. The character at the core of this tragedy is as chilling and realistic a monster as I have come across on the written page. It sends shivers down my spine just to think of him. We have such monsters among us still, millions of them. We read of them every day in the newspapers, crushing those unfortunate enough to cross their path. Dorothy Whipple is both so accomplished and so respected in the literary world that it is hard to believe she is not more widely known. I have thanked my friend for the recommendation and already read a second (Someone At A Distance)that was just as good. Now I am now beating the drum myself. Taste and enjoy!
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