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1nicolehardt
Not sure if this was part of a novel or a short story: The narrator tells of an acquaintance who has two woman in his life.The narrator thinks that the beautiful glamorous woman is the mistress, and the dowdy, plain one is the jilted wife, but then realizes when he sees the man guiltily leaving the home of the plain woman, that the plain woman is the mistress, and the beautiful one is the wife. Who wrote this??? Driving me crazy.
Thank you!
Thank you!
2MyriadBooks
Hm. Was this something you read recently? A date range can help narrow the search.
3nicolehardt
no, sometime during the last 10-15 years.
I think the story played in France, or at least Europe...
might be part of a classic...?
I think the story played in France, or at least Europe...
might be part of a classic...?
4weener
It's similar to a part of The Great Gatsby. Beautiful Daisy's husband is philandering with his mechanic's unattractive wife. This drama plays a large part in the conclusion.
However, the narrator is Daisy's cousin Nick and is not confused about the role of the two women. He is merely surprised that Daisy's husband is out hitting McDonalds when he has steak at home.
However, the narrator is Daisy's cousin Nick and is not confused about the role of the two women. He is merely surprised that Daisy's husband is out hitting McDonalds when he has steak at home.
5MissSquish
The Best of All Possible Worlds by Ray Bradbury?
https://www.proza.ru/2004/04/16-100
"Quillan," said the young man quickly, "was in a bar one night with a
fabulous redhead. The crowd parted before her like the sea before Moses.
Miraculous, I thought, revivifying, beyond the senses! A week later, in
Greenwich, I saw Quillan ambling along with a dumpy little woman, his own age,
of course, only thirty-two, but she'd gone to seed young. Tatty, the English
would say; pudgy, snouty-nosed, not enough make-up, wrinkled stockings,
spider's-nest hair, and immensely quiet; she was content to walk along, it
seemed, just holding Quillan's hand. Ha, I thought, here's his poor little
parsnip wife who loves the earth he treads, while other nights he's out winding
up that incredible robot redhead! How sad, what a shame. And I went on my way.
"A month later I met Quillan again. He was about to dart into a dark
entranceway in MacDougal Street, when he saw me. 'Oh, God!' he cried, sweating.
'Don't tell on me! My wife must never know!'
"I was about to swear myself to secrecy when a woman called to Quillan from
a window above.
"I glanced up. My jaw dropped.
"There in the window stood the dumpy, seedy little woman!!
https://www.proza.ru/2004/04/16-100
"Quillan," said the young man quickly, "was in a bar one night with a
fabulous redhead. The crowd parted before her like the sea before Moses.
Miraculous, I thought, revivifying, beyond the senses! A week later, in
Greenwich, I saw Quillan ambling along with a dumpy little woman, his own age,
of course, only thirty-two, but she'd gone to seed young. Tatty, the English
would say; pudgy, snouty-nosed, not enough make-up, wrinkled stockings,
spider's-nest hair, and immensely quiet; she was content to walk along, it
seemed, just holding Quillan's hand. Ha, I thought, here's his poor little
parsnip wife who loves the earth he treads, while other nights he's out winding
up that incredible robot redhead! How sad, what a shame. And I went on my way.
"A month later I met Quillan again. He was about to dart into a dark
entranceway in MacDougal Street, when he saw me. 'Oh, God!' he cried, sweating.
'Don't tell on me! My wife must never know!'
"I was about to swear myself to secrecy when a woman called to Quillan from
a window above.
"I glanced up. My jaw dropped.
"There in the window stood the dumpy, seedy little woman!!
6nicolehardt
OMG!
Thank you!
I am in awe.
Thank you!
I am in awe.
7nicolehardt
Yes, lol, there were some parallels!
I do know that story.
But it turned out to be the Ray Bradbury one in the next post. :)
Thank you so much for your reply!!!
I do know that story.
But it turned out to be the Ray Bradbury one in the next post. :)
Thank you so much for your reply!!!
