Didn't know of this renaming but it works with the absurd photograph. Looks like a father angry with his slutty daughter for going out without a blouse.
I think we're meant to believe that the unhappy looking couple are Una Clarke and protagonist Diarmuid Devine, B.A. (Junior and Senior English). Una is twenty, which looks about right, to Diarmuid's thirty-seven.
It's been some time since I've read the novel, but I don't think the image intersects with the story in any way. After all, theirs is something of a hidden relationship. It seems to me that standing nearly topless before a large picture window would send tongues a wagging - particularly in 'fifties Belfast.
A writer, ghostwriter, écrivain public, literary historian and bibliophile, I'm the author of Character Parts: Who's Really Who in CanLit (Knopf, 2003), and A Gentleman of Pleasure: One Life of John Glassco, Poet, Translator, Memoirist and Pornographer (McGill-Queen's UP, 2011; shortlisted for the Gabrielle Roy Prize). I've edited over a dozen books, including The Heart Accepts It All: Selected Letters of John Glassco (Véhicule, 2013) and George Fetherling's The Writing Life: Journals 1975-2005 (McGill-Queen's UP, 2013). I currently serve as series editor for Ricochet Books and am a contributing editor for Canadian Notes & Queries. My most recent book is The Dusty Bookcase (Biblioasis, 2017), a collection of revised and expanded reviews first published here and elsewhere.
Didn't know of this renaming but it works with the absurd photograph. Looks like a father angry with his slutty daughter for going out without a blouse.
ReplyDeleteDoes it intersect with the story anywhere?
I think we're meant to believe that the unhappy looking couple are Una Clarke and protagonist Diarmuid Devine, B.A. (Junior and Senior English). Una is twenty, which looks about right, to Diarmuid's thirty-seven.
ReplyDeleteIt's been some time since I've read the novel, but I don't think the image intersects with the story in any way. After all, theirs is something of a hidden relationship. It seems to me that standing nearly topless before a large picture window would send tongues a wagging - particularly in 'fifties Belfast.