Bridge, trapped in her garage as her novel ends. A fly caught unawares in amber for eternity is no more immobilized and exposed than Mrs. Bridge is entirely too sympathetic for us to seriously believe that he thinks she's wasted her life. The raised evening newspaper becomes almost a fire screen to deflect any possible spark of conversation. Bridge and the Bridge children all seem to intuitively grasp the fact that the world of the Bridges is too valuable to toss away. Wife of a successful lawyer in 1930s Kansas City, India Bridge tries to cope with her. Bridge recedes more and more into doubt and confusion as her three children and husband become more remote and silent. I press this book on everyone I meet, because I. With a surgeon's skill Connell cuts away the middle-class security blanket of uniformity to expose the arrested development beneath. A perfect 1959 character study of a Kansas City housewife before WWII. But Mrs Bridge is so much more than that. Bridge a dry and dull man, a drill sergeant in search of a platoon. Bridge is comprised of over one hundred titled chapters, containing vignettes, an image, a fragment of conversation, an event-all building powerfully toward the completed group portrait of a family, closely knit on the surface but deeply divided beneath by loneliness, boredom, misunderstandings, isolation, sexual longing, and terminal alienation. Holding his lips pursed and his body ramrod-straight, he makes Mr.

Connell is expert at sketching the banalities and trivialities of middle-class values, customs, and habits.

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