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Doting

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A strange, amusing, and perplexing little book, told mostly through dialogue, about a weirdly cheerful menage a quatre between a handsome middle-aged couple, their dashing widower friend, and a beautiful 18 year old girl, with only the husband and wife ever winding up in bed with one another.

Mr. Middleton dotes on Ann. Mrs. Middleton dotes on Charles. Charles dotes on Ann and Mrs. Middleton. And Ann dotes on being doted on. Author Henry Green presents these people as a gang of befuddled masochists, unwittingly causing themselves great anguish and just as unconsciously enjoying it. The "doting" that they mistake for love is a form of self-torture. Green doesn't treat this doting as perverse. He portrays it as very human and therefore lovable mistake. Needing to feel loved, to feel young and desirable, the Middletons and their friends/would-be lovers try to force love out of others by showering love (or at least professions of it along with clumsy physical demonstrations) on them. None of the characters behaves very well. The best of them, Mrs. Middleton, the good wife and mother, is actually the most adulterously minded, but neither of the men or Ann act with much virtue or good will. And yet Green makes them all likable and all forgivable. He doesn't make us laugh at the characters' foibles but at their predicament. Green isn't as mean as Evelyn Waugh or as angry as Kingsley Amis, fellow Brits who also specialized in comedies of manners. He's not as funny as they are either, but he is a whole lot more humane and more forgiving of his characters' weaknesses.

The title for this review is both the message of this book and a comparison with Henry Green's great novel, Loving. Doting is a book with a minuet-like interaction of older men and younger women (with a few young male nonentities thrown in). The partners change, but their need to dote or be doted upon does not. It is an enjoyable novel, but is more in the way of an entertainment than something more.

Green usually showed parallel groups of upper and working class Englishmen and women, and it is this fuller class dimension, as well as brilliant writing, that gives Loving and Party Going such power. Doting is just the upper class, and it suffers for it. This is good Green, but not great.

Because the moron who wrote it gave away the key plot twist and, thus, the conclusion.
I have yet to read this book, but a teacher highly recommended it to me.