It was an ok read, but the subject matter was so dull. I wonder why Pym would want to write about the mundanity of everyday life in this manner and this is a mundane as gets. The story follows four colleagues (two men and two women) Edwin, Norman, Letty and Marcia who all work in the same office in 1970’s London and who are all reaching retirement age. The only people they really have in their immediate circle is their co-workers and you definitely get a sense of the loneliness each character feels and their inability to do anything about it. There’s not enough depth into the history of the characters to understand why they are in the position they are in with no close friends, family or loved ones around. To be blunt it’s actually really sad.
I can’t really say I enjoyed it, I can even say I’m glad I read it either and it would put me off reading anything else by Pym if they rest of her novels are in a similar vain.
Having read the blurb for Staying On I can’t say I’d be particularly interested in reading that either, and it makes me wonder if 1977 was a particular sparse year for good literature.