What I Saw and How I Lied
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I felt her fingers on my hair and I kept sleep-breathing. I risked a look under my eyelashes. She was in her pink nightgown, ankles crossed, head flung back against the pillows. Arm in the air, elbow bent, cigarette glowing in her fingers.
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Tanned legs glistening in the darkness. Blond hair tumbling past her shoulders.
What I Saw and How I Lied
I breathed in smoke and My Sin perfume. It was her smell. It filled the air. I didn't move, but I could tell she knew I was awake.
I kept on pretending to be asleep. She pretended not to know. I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.
We never went to the hotel dining room now. They knew who we were; they'd seen our pictures in the paper.
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We knew they'd be saying, Look at them eating toast — how can they be so heartless? I rode a bike down to the beach instead. In the basket I had a bottle of cream soda and two Baby Ruths. The sky was full of stacked gray clouds and the air tasted like a nickel.
The sun hadn't had time to bake the wetness from the sand. I had the place to myself. Evie's not in the photo because she doesn't fit the postwar fairytale. The sense of period is nicely evoked and never overplayed. There's talk of Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce.
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Fashions are beautifully conveyed. But where Blundell really scores is with the nuances and vagaries of the time.
She's instantly caught up by him and clings tenaciously to her dreams and fantasies - blinding herself to the mystery, intrigue, and clues that surround her. This book is not called Why I Lied, remember, but How. This book is interesting to me because Blundell is not interested in heroics. Judy Blundell is quite the prolific writer. This is a coming-of-age story and readers will see Evie grow up and have to live in a more complex world.
Every era has its own conventions and dirty secrets, and she teases these out and weaves them into Evie's desire to step out of the shadow of her blonde bombshell mother. At the hotel, Evie is smitten by a fellow guest, Peter Coleridge, whose good looks, charm and sophistication win over the ladies - though not Joe, who was in the same army unit overseas. One might expect a novel concerned with society's injustices and set in s America to centre on the segregation of black from white.
What I Saw and How I Lied by Judy Blundell
But though Evie acknowledges this with a passing reference, Blundell has her sights set on something far more surprising to a young British readership: At the end of a war in which six million Jews were murdered by those whom the likes of Joe fought, not all white people are equal under the star-spangled banner. At one stage, the hotel manager confronts some long-stay guests. Having discovered they're Jewish, he asks them to leave: It is an established Palm Beach custom.
I understand that you people are happier in the Miami area.