The End of the Affair by Graham Greene
My rating: 4/5 cats
this is the story of a jealous man and a jealous God fighting for the soul of a woman who desperately wants to believe in one of them.
oh, and it’s a complicated thing, belief.
the relationshippy parts of this book are divine. a woman in an unfulfilling marriage takes a lover, maurice, and puts all of herself into the relationship. maurice, for his part, should perhaps have been called “marcel,” because his involvement in the relationship is pure proust. overanalyzing, obsessing, becoming jealous of every past and possible future lover sarah has had or could have, anticipating the end of the relationship so frequently that he is rarely committed to the moment, loving the idea of sarah without understanding her as a woman until everything is over and unobtainable. it is great stuff; a man mourning a relationship he was never even fully involved in. the fool.
“I’d rather be dead or see you dead,” I said, “than with another man. I’m not eccentric. That’s ordinary human love. Ask anybody. They’d all say the same- if they loved at all.” I jibed at her. “Anyone who loves is jealous.”
which is almost intense enough to cover up the fact that he loves her without knowing what she is all about – it is an artist’s rendition of love – all movement, no depth.
and poor cuckold henry, loving sarah in his own way, but never giving her the passionate relationship her spirit requires. maurice/marcel sums it up:
And yet he was happier in his unused room simply because it was his: his possession. I thought with bitterness and envy: if one possesses a thing securely, one need never use it.
aagghh. his is a quiet, plodding, consistent love. a loyalty that loves without getting close enough to make a ripple. (and by “ripple,” i mean “orgasm,” naturally.)
enter God.
who has no business being in a love triangle which eventually becomes a love-octagon, at least. but after promises made in the heat of the moment, and some magical thinking and coincidence He is there and there is no shaking Him, and it gets very complicated.
i am spoiler-tagging this, but it is a quote from the introduction that kills me, and may or may not be a true spoiler: View Spoiler »
i feel like i have said too much while saying nothing at all. full disclosure: i wrote a verylong and deeply personal reaction to the book, and then plunked the delete button on purpose for once. and it felt good.
all you need to know is that this book surprised me by being so much better than the heart of the matter, and even though i didn’t like all the oddly magical bits at the end, i loved the audacity of this book, and the observations he was able to make even hobbled as he was by the unlikeability of his narrator. this book is worth reading for sarah’s diary alone.
i groan with loving this book.
