Over on Vulpes Libris I've spent time wondering why Barbara Pym's novel Jane and Prudence (1953) is so unsatisfactory, despite its many magnificent moments. I love Pym's novels so much, yet this one is the slightly bruised apple, the rather unpleasant chocolate from the second layer in the box, the pair of tights with the hole in the … Continue reading Now posting on Vulpes Libris: Barbara Pym’s Jane and Prudence →