Why all that about Jackson? I asked myself. To establish him, of course, after a late entry, but would dinner guests spend all that time talking of a servant? The host character is working on Heidegger who quotes from Heraclitus, ‘How can one hide from that which never sets?” and the wannabe philosopher wonders what it all means. The question evokes a sun, one which doesn’t set, but what might Heraclitus think such a sun might be symbol of? A god of light? Of truth? Of life? Not Christ anyway. More than by Heidegger, the host is perturbed by his servant. What!
The relationship is gone into from the start. The host’s resistant, Jackson persistent. Why persist? I asked myself, in the margin, and also how he knew the new address, a question the resister also asks himself. Anyway, the relationship does begin. But why! I asked. The author does eventually answer that question.
The characters are prone to think they are at fault and blame themselves for what hardly is their fault even if they may have to take some responsibility. There’s a lot of presumptuous guilt going on. A female character has found somebody other than the one she’s committed to, whom she betrays therefore, and that is bad but she reverts. I thought she was pregnant.
‘The Last Ride Together’ is by Browning.
The suggestion is the female character was drugged but that’s just to excuse her. Maybe by love.
I didn’t expect the author to monitor Jackson’s mind because usually she doesn’t, to maintain mystery in the male character focussed upon, but she does. It’s a distinctive characterisation but no more different from the others as the others from each other, I’d’ve thought. I may have to read it again. He lies effortlessly. Somebody good wouldn’t. When mum realised I told the truth she was inclined to teach me to lie, as mothers do to give their children every advantage in the world, but further realised I’d ways round it, one of which was conveniently forgetting. I’ve noticed recently other people share this attribute. After all, if you analyse remembering, there’s no direct connection between one bit of consciousness and the next. The connection is within. The unconscious may choose not to prompt but block. That may be hard to convey in art by an author who extends consciousness into the unconscious without any intervening realisation as if that’s how it could be.
Jackson is likened to many things, including a horse. Asked his age he wonders which of his ages he should offer. What is the implication of that? He’s instrumental in resolving things satisfactorily if not necessarily, certainly not explicitly, the executor of fate as my man was for Denise.
Another female character parallels Jackson’s persistence while a male character resists.
This novel is sparer than previous ones, a lot less description of clothing.
I’m like Jackson; like him I think I’ve lost my powers, his wasted on the rich. A like example of mine to his might be on my finishing Isobil’s horoscope taking it out with me shopping and on coming across her handing it over as somehow arranged. How did Jackson have his ex-employer come to him? There is only one possible explanation the author doesn’t give because she doesn’t know what it is and doesn’t have to.