One reason I recommend these novels is because they show some of the absurdities and terrors of old age while giving the characters dignity too. The authors, who are all English, mix humor with devastating observations.
First, Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym, where two out of a group of four old people retire from the office where they all work. Up until that point, they were able to get by on small plans and routines, and just enough company to keep away unbearable loneliness.
Second, Old Filth by Jane Gardam, where a man who established a successful career as a lawyer and judge looks back across his life and revisits old relationships and places. A sworn enemy may become something of a friend. Periods of love or terror may surface in memory and change what remains of his life.
Then there’s Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont by Elizabeth Taylor (not the actress). An old woman asks a young man to pretend to be her grandson, so she can save face in front of others and not appear so lonely. Meanwhile, he uses her for material for his novel. I’m going to share one excerpt from Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, because the line stuck with me even after I returned the book to the library:
“She did not explain to him how deeply pessimistic one must be in the first place, to need the sort of optimism she now had at her command.”
