Waiting in front of Tate Britain, sitting on a bench in the autumnal sun, I finally finished 'Now in November'. Found in an Oxfam shop in Dorking in April this slim volume has been in my bag since then. It has taken a long time, not because I struggled to read it, but because I have had little opportunity to read while out and about.
Now I am glad that I was forced to read this book is small segments over a long period; it is not a book to be rushed. At just over 150 pages it would have been quite easy to gobble it. This book, written in the 1930's and set in the American Depression, is firmly rooted in the rural life of one family. The pace is almost ponderous as month after month the family endure the drought that affects all life around them.
On the surface it seems the story of one family, a man, his wife and their three daughters, but told through the voice of the middle girl, Marget, it manages to encompass the politics of the time, the casual racism and the inherent sexism of accepted roles.
It brought to mind 'My Antonia' by Willa Cather, which would make a good companion read for a book group.