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Old 09-05-2018, 12:01 AM   #6
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For my second offering I nominate The Shooting Party by Isabel Colegate. This may be more in line with the sorts of selections we've had before but I like that it's about the autumn, a season we (in the northern hemisphere) are gearing up for (coinciding with the changing of seasons mentioned in the topic description), and that in the description it's of a gathering with change in the air in the Edwardian England of 1913 as an era was at an end and a war was about to begin. It's 195 pages, from England and first published in 1980. Goodreads

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It is the autumn of 1913. Sir Randolph Nettleby has assembled a brilliant array of guests at his Oxfordshire estate for the biggest hunt of the season. An army of gamekeepers, beaters, and servants has rehearsed the intricate age-old ritual; the gentlemen are falling into the prescribed mode of fellowship and sporting rivalry, the ladies intrigued by the latest gossip and fashion. Everything about this splendid weekend would seem a perfect consummation of the pleasures afforded the privileged in Edwardian England. And yet it is not: the moral and social code of this group is not so secure as it appears. Competition beyond the bounds of sportsmanship, revulsion at the slaughter of the animals, anger at the inequities of class--these forces are about to rise up and engulf the assured social peace, a peace that can last only a brief while longer. In imagining Sir Randolph's shooting party, wrote The Spectator, "Miss Colegate has found a perfect metaphor for the passing of a way of life."
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