It was sad to hear recently of the death of Stanley Middleton one of my favourite novelists. I loved his novels, though superficially nothing much happened in them.
Like Jane Austen though, he found enough in the events of daily life to construct stories about real people. People who cared, hurt and resolved the situations they found themselves in. His novels were always so well constructed though never tied up in neat endings. Life isn't neat and people don't always behave to plan.
It's a loss to think that there are no more of his unassuming but wise books to look forward to.
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