I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I adore Paula Fox’s writing, and I have savored each book with delight—the language of A Servant’s Tale is just as lush and beautiful as all of her books that I’ve read before—so much wisdom—the wealth of life—extraordinary –yet, so ordinary. It’s the quiet one compared to the others that I’ve read (books are so much like siblings.) It maintained a steady, mesmerizing pace from beginning to end, a life unraveling, time and place, from the Caribbean to New York City—the choices made and the opportunities missed—or just not taken—one’s potential explored to its limits or at least up to the point of personal set parameters—this is life.
As an owner of a wee donkey, I loved this one small part:
Nana had told me a story: The devil announced he was bored with four-footed creatures and was going to kill them all. When he got to the donkey, it gasped in terror, “Not me! Not me! Not me!” And was still crying out in terror although the devil had so enjoyed the donkey’s voice he had promised to always spare him. (From page 70)
The urgent voice of a braying donkey…my little Elizabeth greets me with a hearty hee-haw that is akin to having a mini Godzilla bellowing in the barn…there’s nothing like it. A book by Paula Fox—there’s nothing like it.