‘When he could no longer play what he wanted to play on the piano, it was an indication that life was being refined down to a point. He stayed in the big room a long time, listening to the buzz of the electric clock, listening to time.’
Have had this on my shelf for years, but only just read it. It was easier than the Beautiful and Damned but not as ‘wow'(?) as The Great Gatsby.
I did like it and found it, well, sad I suppose. I really liked the developing Rosemary stuff, the idea that she was so absorbed and then grew up.
Also liked the end, but found it difficult as he never managed to settle again. I never particularly liked Nicole.
July 2008, London