This setup makes for various comic turns as Mrs Palfrey and Ludo continue their friendship to the envy of the rest of the Claremont.
Ludo happily agrees and also realises that this entre to the world of the elderly can become source material for a future novel. Embarrassed, Mrs Palfrey neglects to correct them in their assumption and goes back to Ludo to ask him to agree to the impersonation. To return the favour she invites Ludo to dinner at the Claremont and when she mentions a future guest, the other residents immediately assume that it is the grandson making an appearance at last. The accident occurs in front of the basement apartment of Ludo, a penniless young aspiring writer who rushes out to assist her. Palfrey has a falling accident on her way back to the Claremont from the library. Image sourced from Wikipedia.Ī symbiotic relationship transpires when Mrs. Palfrey talks up future visits by her grandson to the others, it becomes apparent that Desmond has no interest in dropping in.Ĭover image of the original hardcover of "Mrs. Few of the residents have visitors and although Mrs. She moves into the Claremont Hotel which caters to both tourists and to its senior residents. Palfrey is widowed and somewhat distanced from her daughter and son-in-law, who live in Scotland, and her grandson Desmond who lives in London and works in the British Museum. Palfrey at the Claremont is a moving and sympathetic portrayal of seniors who are at the edge of moving into nursing homes, but who are still physically independent enough to manage at a residential hotel or senior residence. He thought, I mayn’t write it down but please God may I remember it. ‘I don’t see anything sad about you,’ he said. ‘But isn’t that sad?’ she asked doubtfully. Mrs Arbuthnot has been at the Claremont for years.’ Although you seem very much the new girl around here.’ ‘Over there is Mrs Arbuthnot,’ Mrs Palfrey said, in a low voice to Ludo. Ludo leaned back easily, but his eyes were darting to and fro, noting everything, noting Mrs Arbuthnot noting him, and Mrs Post, in her sad pot-pourri colours, fussing over her knitting.
Review of the Virago Modern Classics paperback (1982) of the Chatto & Windus hardcover original (1971)
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