Violet on her wedding day, June 16, 1919.
She doesn’t seem enthused.
For the author recalling her life, “Curiosity rules,” says the reviewer of the author’s book, “roving where it will among assorted lives from his favored historical era. Let the stabilizing principle be the author himself.”
The author—a biographer—presently makes a fiction of real lives, including himself as pursuer, thereby made a character fictionalizing what can be known. But the reviewer finds less: “... this figure, with his already proclaimed ‘great reluctance’ to plunge into self-analysis, remains little more than a two-dimensional frontman, an amenable cipher.”
