Аннотация
Every evening at five oclock, Christina and Rudy stopped work and began the ritual commonly known as Happy Hour. Rudy mixed Christinas drink with loving precision, the cavalier slosh of Bombay Sapphire over ice shards, before settling across from her in his Stickley chair with his glass of Scotch. They shared a love of language and music (she is an author, he a composer, after all), a delight in intense conversation, a fascination with popes, and nearly thirty years of life together.What did I think, that we had forever? muses Christina, seven months after Rudys unexpected death. While coming to terms with her loss, with the space that Rudy once inhabited, Christina reflects on their vibrant bondwith all its quirks, habits, and unguarded momentsas well as her passionate sorrow and her attempts to reposition herself and her new place in the very real world they shared.In this literary jewel, a bittersweet novella of absence and presence and the mysterious gap between them, Gail Godwin has performed a small miracle. In essence, Evenings at Five is a grief sonata for solo instrument transposed into words. Interwoven with meditations and movements, full of aching truths and a wicked sense of humor, it exquisitely captures the cyclical nature of commitmentand the eternal quality of a romance completed.
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