Liesl Schillinger’s review of Mary Gordon‘s new novel the love of my youth has two different titles: on the paper is – the one who got away; the web used Old Flames, Eternal City. I’m just wonder why…
Picture a woman of a certain age, alone in an Italian city, sitting in a cafe, pulling a spare chair against her table and nudging her coffee cup far from her water glass, so onlookers might imagine her to be accompanied. How sad, how brave, how hard to watch!
A pair of old lovers nearing 60, met up in Rome. He wanted to see her.
“What, she wonders, is at stake in his offer?”
A heart breaking story.