Helen Beauclerk (1892–1969)

This novel is a fantasy; the story it tells is unconstrained by the plausible or the possible. The green lacquer pavilion of the title is seemingly a portal between England and the Orient, although this is an Orient of unusual dimension in that no matter how far one journeys from the pavilion it is always close at hand. The experiences of the characters who travel through the portal seem dream-like, and yet cannot be dreams because they are experienced collectively. They feel these show more experiences intensely and they are changed by them. But in the end it remains curiously unexplained and unremarked on: they simply continue with their lives. Continued show less