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Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit - excerpts
Aug. 14th, 2018 12:06 pmHere are two short excerpts from ORANGES ARE NOT THE ONLY FRUIT, by Jeanette Winterson, to convince you that this is a wonderful, shining, weird, lyrical, heartfelt, moving book.
"'We did photograph albums, best dresses, favourite novels, and once someone's own novel. It was about a week in a telephone box with a pair of pyjamas called Adolf Hitler. The heroine was a piece of string with a knot in it.'"
"'Definitely a job for Pastor Finch,' said my mother, putting on her coat to go to the phone box. As soon as she had gone I picked up the letter. It seemed that Mrs Butler, depressed by falling numbers at the guest house, and frustrated by the constant nagging of the health authority, had taken to drink. More importantly, she had got herself a job as matron of a local old folk's home. While there she had taken up with a strange charismatic man who had once been the official exorcist to the Bishop of Bermuda. He had been dismissed under mysterious circumstances for some kind of unmentionable offense with the curate's wife. Back in England and safe within the besotted arms of Mrs Butler, he had persuaded her to let him practise voodoo on some of the more senile patients. They had been caught by a night nurse."
"'We did photograph albums, best dresses, favourite novels, and once someone's own novel. It was about a week in a telephone box with a pair of pyjamas called Adolf Hitler. The heroine was a piece of string with a knot in it.'"
"'Definitely a job for Pastor Finch,' said my mother, putting on her coat to go to the phone box. As soon as she had gone I picked up the letter. It seemed that Mrs Butler, depressed by falling numbers at the guest house, and frustrated by the constant nagging of the health authority, had taken to drink. More importantly, she had got herself a job as matron of a local old folk's home. While there she had taken up with a strange charismatic man who had once been the official exorcist to the Bishop of Bermuda. He had been dismissed under mysterious circumstances for some kind of unmentionable offense with the curate's wife. Back in England and safe within the besotted arms of Mrs Butler, he had persuaded her to let him practise voodoo on some of the more senile patients. They had been caught by a night nurse."
