She clicked
The first results were predictable: Amazon listings, Goodreads reviews, a 2012 Paris Review interview with St. Aubyn. She scrolled past them, her eye catching a used copy of Never Mind with a description that read: “Some water damage, but the cruelty is intact.” She almost smiled. Searching for- patrick melrose in-All Categorie...
Then the video ended.
Eleanor closed her laptop.
Not the actor. Not the little-known Victorian botanist. The Patrick Melrose. The one from the books. The five-novel arc by Edward St. Aubyn that she had devoured first in her twenties (with a romantic’s hunger for tragedy), then again in her thirties (with a recovering person’s wary recognition). She had watched the Showtime adaptation twice, mesmerized by Cumberbatch’s portrayal of a man made of jagged glass and wit. She clicked The first results were predictable: Amazon
