Review of The Story of Arthur Truluv

The Story of Arthur Truluv: A Novel by [Berg, Elizabeth]

 

The Story of Arthur Truluv

Elizabeth Berg

Random House

November 21, 2017


Blurb: For the past six months, Arthur Moses’s days have looked the same: He tends to his rose garden and to Gordon, his cat, then rides the bus to the cemetery to visit his beloved late wife for lunch. The last thing Arthur would imagine is for one unlikely encounter to utterly transform his life.
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Some of this may be upsetting so if you are easily upset, please do not continue further. Likewise, the upset deals with pets so if you find that hard to take, please do not read further.

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I Choose You

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I Choose You

After walking Judy suggests stopping at the tearoom overlooking the river. I order a slice of coconut cake. An orange cat winds itself around my legs, purring, while a black and white one crawls onto my lap.

Edward grins. “Even here you pick up strays.”

“Oh, they’re not strays,” say the proprietor, placing the teapots on the table. “They’re pests. My husband’s pests.”

Edward’s sister, Judy, and her partner, Stanley, sit opposite us. Judy eyes my cake.

“That looks nice,” Judy says. “You Americans and your sweets.”

On her plate is half of a scone; on Stanley’s is the other half. I glance at Edward, my lips still hugging the fork, adoring the delicious cake. He’s oblivious to the constant undercurrent.

I take one more tiny bite and then set the plate on the table.

Judy raises a thin eyebrow. “You’re not going to finish that? You lot always waste food. When I was young, we were lucky to even see cake. Isn’t that right, Edward?”

A boat motors by its throb like the cat’s purr. Edward pats the orange cat on the head, squeezes my fingers, and then taps my wedding ring, silently reminding me: “I choose you.”

end 2/1/2017

S. Darlington