![]() ![]() Or rather, I never felt it, because the narrator of this story isn’t the young Birkin, but the old Birkin looking back. Yes, we are told that Birkin was happy, but we never feel it. In a review, I read that this was an account of happiness, which puzzled me. Someday, after a sale, a stranger will find it there and wonder why. ![]() My Bannister-Fletcher, as a matter of fact. The book ends with the first days of autumn and a dramatic, tragic twist, which illustrates that even really awful things we experience are often not as fatal as our own hesitations. Birkin enjoys these blissful, enchanted moments in the country and even falls in love. As the days go by, he becomes more and more part of the village life, uncovers the stunning wall-painting, and makes friends. ![]() His keen sense of detail and his fondness of things, people, flora and fauna, soon help him to recover. Coming from London to the north of England, he feels like he’s in enemy territory at first, but the stationmaster’s warm welcome and the offer of friendship from the archeologist Moon, a veteran like Birkin, make him soon feel at home. He has a facial twitch, a legacy from his time in the trenches, no money, and his wife ran off with another man. It’s 1920 and Tom Birkin, a man in his late twenties, has come to Oxgodby where he’s hired to spend the summer uncovering a medieval mural in the church. It’s not easy to write about A Month in the Country, but it’s easy to a summarize it. ![]()
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