Anne Tyler on A Word Child by Iris Murdoch (1975)
If there had been a Folio Prize in 1975, I would have wanted to award it to Iris Murdoch’s A WORD CHILD.
I love this book. I consider it an exceptionally WARM novel – not an adjective you’d usually associate with an author as cerebral as Iris Murdoch. Its language is stunning and its characterizations dead-on – as usual with her writing – but what fixed it in my mind forever was the breathtaking moment when the entire pattern of her hero’s life was revealed for the first time. I won’t say what that moment was, because I’m hoping people will want to find out for themselves, but I have to admit that, as a plot-deficient writer myself, I felt a stab of pure, unadulterated envy.