His apprehension is well-founded.
Invited to a luncheon by an American acquaintance, the narrator meets his niece Isobel and her boy friend. Larry had lied about his age to become a pilot in The Great War. Since the war ended, he’s done nothing.
Isobel’s family refuse let her marry Larry unless he stops loafing and starts working.
Isabel threatens to call off their engagement unless he gets a job.
Larry calls her bluff.
Isobel marries a financier instead.
Larry bums around Europe and India reading philosophy and contemplating infinity, a flower child 40 years ahead of his time.
Why won’t Larry work?
We’d say he had post-traumatic stress disorder. Larry says (much later to the narrator) – that he was grappling with how evil could exist if there is a good God. In this tale of rich Americans in European watering spots between the wars, a discussion of the problem of good and evil is as bizarre as a singer in a tuxedo at the Woodstock Festival.
The book’s high point is W. Somerset Maugham’s oft-quoted line about American women expecting the perfection in their husbands that English women expect only in their butlers.The Razor’s Edge: a novel
By W. Somerset Maugham
1944 bestseller # 5
My Grade: B-
© 2014 Linda Gorton Aragoni