A witty and characterful novel about the aftermath of a party thrown by singletons Marianne, a freelance typist in her mid-thirties and twenty-six year old Alexandra, a freelance portrait painter, who live in the same apartment building and have decided it's time to meet some men .
. . With a foreword by Jane Fallon‘You’re always so cynical.
It doesn’t do. It makes men feel inferior.’‘Quite a few of them are . .
.’Idealistic Alexandra is throwing a party to meet a more glamorous crowd. Marianne, more sardonic, worries it’ll be the usual sort. The party is in Alexandra’s attic flat.
Marianne will contribute a few bottles of red optimistically labelled Bordeaux. Can it be judged a success? There’s Donald the bus conductor with high-brow dreams, nervous bespectacled Bernhardt and Marius the ghostwriter. Not to mention a brace of Peters.
It’s left to sexy, young Pisa and riotous, middle-aged Mummy (neither invited) to steal the show. Yet, after the party both Marianne and Alexandra find themselves caught in unexpected – sometimes far from romantic – relationships. Meeting people, it turns out, has the most peculiar consequences.
Is that really the cost of living?
