Fay Weldon - Puffball

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A novel of urban deceit and rural passion, of doctors, witches, birth and death.‘Many people dream of country cottages. Liffey dreamed for many years, and saw her dream come true one hot Sunday afternoon, in Somerset, in September… A trap closed around her. The getting of the country cottage, not the wanting – that was the trap.’Richard and Liffey, a young married couple, follow their dream of moving out of London to a country cottage in the middle of Somerset. Richard continues to live and work in London, coming to stay with Liffey only on weekends.Pregnant Liffey feels burdened, hampered, at the mercy of these biological impulses beyond her control.Then there are the odd neighbours, the Tuckers, to reckon with, and the looming shadow of Bella, Richard’s lover in London, threatening the rural idyll Liffey had for so long imagined.With wit and wisdom, Fay Weldon paints a funny and shocking picture of the conflicts within these seemingly conventional lives, conflicts which seem inevitably to stem from the eternal struggle between male and female.

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Puffball

Fay Weldon

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page Puffball Fay Weldon

In the Beginning

Inside Liffey (I)

Holding Back

Inside Liffey (2)

Mothers

Inside Liffey (3)

In-Laws and Secretaries

Christmas Pledges

Friends

Realities

Farmyards

In Residence

In Richard’s Life

Liffey Without Richard

Richard Without Liffey

The Underside of Things

Full Moon

Good and Bad

Solitude

Inside Liffey (4)

Ins and Outs

Inside Liffey (5)

Conception

Inside Liffey (6)

Inside Richard’s Office

Justifications

Nature

Inside Liffey (7)

Marvels

Suppositions

Annunciation

Growth

Danger

Resolutions

Investigations

Alterations

Inside Mabs (I)

Inside Liffey (8)

Upsets

Sixteen Weeks

Trouble

Visitors

Movement

Inside Liffey (9)

In the City, in the Summer

Complications

In-Laws

Inside and Outside

Events

Waiting

Preparations

Catharsis

Inside Liffey (10)

Guests

The Unexpected

Labour

Missions of Mercy

Birth

Repair

Murder

Resignation

Ripples

Good Fortune

Conclusion

Fay Weldon

Also by Fay Weldon

Copyright

About the Publisher

In the Beginning

Many people dream of country cottages. Liffey dreamed for many years, and saw the dream come true one hot Sunday afternoon, in Somerset, in September. Bees droned, sky glazed, flowers glowed, and the name carved above the lintel, half-hidden by rich red roses, was Honeycomb Cottage and Liffey knew that she must have it. A trap closed round her.

The getting of the country cottage, not the wanting—that was the trap. It was a snare baited by Liffey’s submerged desires and unrealised passions, triggered by nostalgia for lost happiness, and set off by fear of a changing future. But how was Liffey, who believed that she was perfectly happy and perfectly ordinary, to know a thing like that? Liffey saw smooth green lawns where others saw long tangled grass, and was not looking out for snares.

Besides, as Liffey’s mother Madge once observed, ‘Liffey wants what she wants and gets cross with those who stand in her way.’

Richard stood in Liffey’s way that hot September afternoon, and Liffey was cross with him. Richard had been married to Liffey for seven years, and responded, as spouses will, to the message behind the words, and not the words themselves.

‘I want to live in the country,’ said Liffey, remarkably enough, for she did not often put her wants and wishes so straightforwardly into words.

‘We can’t,’ said Richard, ‘because I have to earn a living,’ and it was unlike him to disappoint her so directly, and so brutally.

Liffey and Richard seldom had rows, and were nearly always polite to each other, which made them believe they were ideally suited and happily married. She was small and bright and pretty; and he was large, handsome and responsible. She was twenty-eight, and he thirty-two. Madge was relieved that Liffey was, so far, childless; but Richard’s mother, although an Anglican, had already lit a candle to the Virgin Mary and prayed for the grandchild she could reasonably have expected five years ago. They had been married for seven years, after all.

‘But we could be so happy here,’ said Liffey. The cottage stood on rising ground, at a point where smooth fields met wooded hillside. It looked across the plains to Glastonbury Tor, that hummocky hill which rises out of the flat Somerset levels, and is a nexus of spiritual power, attracting UFOs, and tourists, and pop festivals, and hippies, and the drug squad. The cottage was empty. Spiderwebs clouded the latticed windows.

‘We are happy where we are,’ said Richard. Adding, ‘Aren’t we?’ in a half threatening, half pleading tone of voice, so she was obliged to forget his crossness and kiss him, and say yes. And indeed, their city apartment was small, but convenient and comfortable, and Liffey had never before complained about it, nor had any real reason to. If she gave voice to worries they were not so much personal as ecological, and were about the way the earth’s natural resources were being eaten up, and what was happening to the blue whale, and baby seals, and butterflies, and what deforestation did to the ozone layer above Brazil. Richard, who knew that new developments in nuclear, chemical and silicon chip technology would soon solve all such problems, laughed gently and comfortingly at her worries and loved her for worrying. He liked to look after her, or thought he did.

After they kissed, he took Liffey round to the back of the cottage, through hollyhocks and wallflowers, and there, in the long grasses down by the stream, made love to her. It was a decorous event, characteristic of their particular mating behaviour. Liffey lay still and quiet, and Richard was quick and dutiful.

‘Isn’t she skinny,’ said Mabs, watching through field glasses from the bedroom of Cadbury Farm. Her husband Tucker took the glasses.

‘They grow them like that in the city,’ he said. They both spoke in the gentle, caressing drawl of the West Country, mocking the universe, defying its harshness. ‘You don’t know they’re from the city,’ Mabs objected. ‘They’re not from round here,’ said Tucker. ‘No one round here does it in public.’

Cadbury Farm was made of stone, and so long and low and old it all but vanished into the fold of the hill above the cottage. Liffey and Richard, certainly, had not noticed it was there. Tucker’s family had lived at Cadbury Farm, or on its site, for a thousand years or so. When Tucker moved about his fields, he seemed so much part of them he could hardly be seen. Mabs was more noticeable. She was reckoned a foreigner: she came from Crossley, five miles away. She was a large, slow, powerful woman and Tucker was a small, lithe man. So had her Norman ancestors been, ousting the small dark Celts, from which Tucker took his colouring and nature.

‘Richard,’ said Liffey, ‘you don’t think we can be seen?’ ‘Of course not,’ said Richard. ‘Why are you always so guilty? ‘There’s nothing wrong with sex. Everyone does it.’ ‘My mother didn’t,’ said Liffey, contradicting because the feeling of crossness had returned. Sexual activity can sweep away many resentments and anxieties, but not those which are bred of obsession and compulsion. ‘Or only when she had me,’ she amended.

‘More fool her,’ said Richard, who didn’t want to talk about Liffey’s mother. Richard’s parents had described Liffey’s mother, after the wedding, as wonderfully clever and eccentric, and Richard had watched Liffey carefully since, in case she seemed to be going the same way.

‘If we lived in the country,’ persisted Liffey, ‘and had a bit of peace and quiet, I could really get down to writing my novel.’ Liffey had secretarial training and did temporary work in offices from time to time, when it didn’t interfere with her looking after Richard, but felt that such work could hardly, as she put it, fulfil her. So she wrote, in her spare time, poems and paragraphs, and ideas, and even short stories. She showed what she wrote to nobody, not even to Richard, but felt a certain sense of progress and achievement for having done it.

‘You’d be bored to death,’ said Richard, meaning that he feared that he would.

‘You have your career and your fulfilment,’ persisted Liffey, ‘and what do I have? Why should your wishes be more important than mine?’

Why indeed? Richard could not even cite his money earning capacity in his defence, since Liffey had a small fortune of her own, left to her by a grandfather. And he had of late become very conscious of the communal guilt which the male sex appears to bear in relation to women. All the same, Liffey’s words rang fashionable and hollow in the silence he allowed to follow them.

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