Perhaps if they were less sensitive, less romantic, less tuned in to each other, less mature, or even more experienced it would have been easier. He couldn’t afford to lose anything. He had nothing. Less than nothing. But it made up his world. He was an innocent, even in the murky world around him, a good and decent man without guile who played cops and robbers for a living. Was it that or his sex appeal that stopped her in her tracks? Was it that combination? She didn’t know, and she didn’t know what he’d do if she just turned away but she didn’t want to hurt him or see him hurt himself for her sake. Nor did she want to be hurt.
“…But women’s ways are witless ways…”
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By Randall D Lawrence
Sep 18, 2008
"In a London Fog" Elizabeth Lawrence has written a wonderful novel/memoir, full of passages of luminous prose of heartbreaking intensity that require the reader to pause to fully take in the sadness and poignancy of "Julie's" plight. It's a story that will ring true to anyone who's ever been in love. A mostly first person narrative that nicely interweaves letters in the respective "voices" of the two central figures, Julie and David, the novel will lead even those who know nothing of Julie's tale to readily grasp the doomed nature of her brave reaching out for love. The title aptly suggests the mystery of love, in which even the wise and wary are led about as in a classic London fog. The depiction of the "minor" characters, especially the harridans who work to undermine Julie, is grimly compelling. I only regret that the author has not enjoyed the recognition her long years of writing have earned her. I'm glad to finally read one of her novels... More > in full and at leisure. Nichoas T.< Less
