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manoush
Jan 29, 2015
A glum novel about glum people. Arlington Park is set in a well-heeled London suburb full of unhappy married women, stifled in their "warm dens of compromise" and seething with rage and resentment. The novel's opening three pages go into excruciating, tedious detail about the rain hammering the suburb, an obvious allusion to the stormy internal states of the thwarted women. There are some great character portraits here, but the novel as a whole feels too amateurish and artless. There's no fresh perspective on the age-old theme of intelligent women entombed by their domesticity.