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It is 1962 when Edward and Florence, 23 and 22 respectively, marry and repair to a hotel on the Dorset coast for their honeymoon. They are both virgins, both apprehensive about what's next and in Florence's case, utterly and blindly terrified and repelled by the little she knows. Through a tense dinner in their room, because Florence has decided that the weather is not fine enough to dine on the terrace, they are attended by two local boys acting as waiters. The cameo appearances of the boys and Edward and Florence's parents and siblings serve only to underline the emotional isolation of the two principals. Florence says of herself: "...she lacked some simple mental trick that everyone else had, a mechanism so ordinary that no one ever mentioned it, an immediate sensual connection to people and events, and to her own needs and desires...."
They are on the cusp of a rather ordinary marital undertaking in differing states of readiness, willingness and ardor. McEwan says: "Where he merely suffered conventional first-night nerves, she experienced a visceral dread, a helpless disgust as palpable as seasickness." Edward, having denied himself even the release of self-pleasuring for a week, in order to be tip-top for Florence, is mentally pawing the ground. His sensitivity keeps him from being obvious, but he is getting anxious. Florence, on the other hand, knows that she is not capable of the kind of arousal that will make any of this easy. She has held Edward off for a year, and now the reckoning is upon her.
McEwan is the master of the defining moment, that place and time when, once it has taken place, nothing will ever be the same after it. It does not go well and Florence flees the room. "As she understood it, there were no words to name what had happened, there existed no shared language in which two sane adults could describe such events to each other." Edward eventually follows her and they have a poignant and painful conversation where accusations are made, ugly things are said and roads are taken from which, in the case of these two, the way back cannot be found. Late in Edward's life he realizes: "Love and patience--if only he had them both at once--would surely have seen them both through." This beautifully told sad story could have been conceived and written only by Ian McEwan. --Valerie Ryan --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
I am a, fan of Ian McEwan and usually think his writing to be perceptive and beauifully modulated. I was disappointed in "On Chesil Beach" I think because the theme was too... Read morePublished 12 days ago by Norman Bishop
Every once in a while during my regular visits to the public library I stop to skim titles on the discard rack near the returns window. Read morePublished 21 days ago by L. Newman
I really liked this book and wasn's sure when I had to read it for book club, but thoroughly enjoyed and have since read other Ian McEwan novels.Published 1 month ago by Amanda Bailey
I was annoyed with the long drawn out marriage night. The author is a good writer and this is the first book of his that I read. I am not looking to read another one.Published 2 months ago by Edith F. Rubin
I was disappointed in the ending. It seemed to have been wrapped up a bit too neatly. I thought the author could have explored Edward and Florence working out their issues.Published 2 months ago by Sharon Cseplo
Poet Phillip Larkin is quoted as saying 'Sexual Intercourse began in 1963, between the end of the 'Chatterley' ban and the Beatles first L.P. Read morePublished 2 months ago by Alan. J. Reynolds
Having come of age in the early 60s and having been raised Catholic where every interaction with a male was to picture him as a future husband to "save" yourself for, I... Read morePublished 2 months ago by Venus