By June Francis
From one of many genre's best-loved names, a captivating ancient saga set in 1950s' Liverpool
Liverpool, 1954. younger Jeanette Walker frequently wonders what turned of her mom who disappeared with out hint in the course of a wartime bombing raid 13 years prior to. was once she killed outright, or did she run off with one other guy, as tyrannical nice Aunt Ethel insists? Embarking on a twin challenge to determine what particularly occurred to her mom and to trace down the good-looking stranger who got here to her rescue, Jean is little ready for the hornets' nest of relatives secrets and techniques and lies that her investigations will fire up.
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You must lend me these, Basil,’ he cried. ‘I want to learn them. ’ ‘Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don’t want a life-sized portrait of myself,’ answered the lad, swinging round on the music-stool, in a wilful, petulant manner. When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. ’ ‘This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. ’ ‘You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray,’ said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand.
Ian Small (Oxford: Oxford University Press, ). –––– Studies in the History of Renaissance (), revised and expanded as The Renaissance (), repr. in The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry––The Text, ed. Donald L. Hill (Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, ). Hill’s edition notes the textual variants in the four editions of The Renaissance that Pater published during his lifetime. Suetonius, Lives of the Caesars, ed. and trans. Catharine Edwards (Oxford: Oxford University Press, ).
Basil, this is extraordinary! ’ Hallward got up from the seat, and walked up and down the garden. After some time he came back. ‘Harry,’ he said, ‘Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. He is a suggestion, as I have said, of a new manner. I ﬁnd him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. ’ asked Lord Henry. ‘Because, without intending it, I have put into it some expression of all this curious artistic idolatry,* of which, of course, I have never cared to speak to him.
Memories Are Made of This by June Francis