The Feast A Novel By Margaret Keenedy| Review by NovelFeast

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Su Nuan Nuan, a modern foodie, was overjoyed to be the abandoned wife of a small marquis in ancient China!

Who gives a damn if you fall behind?

Look at this beautiful garden; it's the perfect place for a vegetable patch. Let's go without boundaries in our daily lives. Dear hubby can merely play with those secondary wives and concubines as she enjoys the lavish and free life of an abandoned official wife.

She could finally be able to live the simple life she had always wanted, just eating, sleeping, and cooking. Let's use these organic, non-GMO ingredients to make more delicious meals!

The good moments, nevertheless, were fleeting.

Her husband was interested and wanted to taste the interesting foods coming out of her modest kitchen.
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The Feast, Margaret Kennedy's tenth book, was released in 1950 to a great deal of acclaim. Fans had been clamoring for more of her writing for more than twelve years since the publication of her most recent book, The Midas Touch. Reviews for the new book, which is set at a guesthouse in Cornwall after World War II, at the time reflect how well Kennedy was regarded. And this only makes it more puzzling why this book isn't more well-known.
We, the meek, have grown accustomed to anticipating the pleasant things in life. Few practitioners of her profession are likely to have had their silence more felt. It's fantastic news that Miss Kennedy is now returning to her field and to us. It's even great news because she should perform at her peak in "The Feast."
And now that I've read The Feast myself—indeed, devoured it, if you'll excuse the pun—I believe I can state with confidence that you should add it to your list of summer reading. The Feast by Margaret Kennedy will be published by Faber & Faber in June, and I have no doubt that the new audience will devour it.

Deadly beginnings
Inside the initial not many pages the peruser finds that the Pendizack House Inn, which groups in a calm Cornish bay, has been totally obliterated, covered underneath a tremendous precipice fall that has buried every individual who was sufficiently unfortunate to be inside. At first, it appears to be odd that Kennedy would offer the zinger so rapidly, however distant from ruining the closure for me, it just elevated the pressure all through the book. You definitely realize what is coming, it is simply a question of which of these awesome characters will evaporate underneath the rubble and which will supernaturally make due - without a doubt will any one of them escape whatsoever?!

"The fallen precipice had filled the whole inlet. No follow was gone out, the little foundation of land where it had stood, or of anything that had at any point been there."

MARAGARET KENNEDY, THE FEAST, 2021

This story didn't come to Margaret full-fledged, it was at first thought for a brief tale that Kennedy had examined with some writer companions in 1937. They were all messing with a plot wherein the seven lethal sins were represented and the way in which they could cooperate with one another. Kennedy was the only one of the gathering to seek after the seed of that thought and she ultimately distributed it as a brief tale in the Women's Home Diary in 1949 under the title 'Won't ever think Back'. That story was the reason for this book.

"The Gala arranges the well-established inquiries of wrongdoing, retaliation, and salvation against a post-war setting of deficiencies and quarreling and this gives this original such instantaneousness and surface."

CATHY RENTZENBRINK, Prologue TO THE Feast, 2021
The Feast
Notwithstanding the steady, coastline setting in post-war Cornwall, this book is really a genuinely exciting read. The short sections add to that sensation of speed and direness.
Curiously for me, I experienced passionate feelings for a portion of the visitors and staff of the inn rapidly and similarly quickly fostered a 'murmur without holding back' detest for other people. Also, for me this is the outright feature of The Blowout - the characters in this book are superb. So full-fledged, so magnetic, so essential. There are the Siddals, the proprietors of the inn which was once their terrific family home, there's cherished, liberal Nancibel Thomas, the Cornish housemaid, and the deplorable servant, Mrs. Ellis, the egotistical Woman Gifford (an "uncommon and delicate animal, similar to some nursery blossom"), Group Wraxton, spitting hell and damnation, and his poor drab little girl, the baffling writer, and her fairly youthful and attractive driver, Bruce, Mrs. Bay and her three dismissed girls lastly Mr. and Mrs. Paley, who pass like shadows in their own lives.

The story is told over seven days, through bits from the characters' letters, their journal passages, and the insightful, clever account. As the week goes on the visitors' consideration is attracted to the Inlet kids and the aggregate craving to give them something they have never had, a legitimate treat . . . a dining experience! Thus an outing is arranged and everybody in the inn is welcomed.

There are snapshots of genuine satire, a portion of the discourse is simply so splendidly created. In any case, with every one of the characters we are only sitting tight for them to get what they merit - the upside, the terrible, and the unavoidable. At a certain point, the housekeeper Nancibel lets Bruce know that she just appreciates perusing books about decent individuals with blissful endings since she sees enough of genuine ordinary, however to me The Dining experience, with all its verisimilitude and its brilliantly defective characters, feels like idealism. A tale appears to be a completely current and significant while as yet initiating a brilliant wistfulness. Also, as the story moves nearer to its decision, that lethal end we definitely know is coming, the strain constructs, and gradually the various strings are being drawn together - some into brilliantly perfect bows and others into frightful, tangled hitches.

Wartime Cornwall
Margaret Kennedy (1896 - 1967) herself had been compelled to briskly clear London during WWII and had advanced toward Cornwall with her kids. Her diary of that startling time in 1940 was distributed later under the title Where Stands a Wingèd Guard and portrays a time of foreboding trepidation and vulnerability. Life could at no point ever go back in the future and there was an obscure, concealed adversary never-endingly hiding in the shadows. Without uncertainty, this time of Margaret's life, and the perceptions she probably made of individuals and spots around her during that time, were the motivation for this book.

Last Contemplations
At the point when I was first approached to audit this book, I wasn't exactly certain what I planned to think about it. Unfortunately, Margaret Kennedy wasn't a writer I knew about (something I presently wish to change!) and this was a book originally distributed in 1950, I was worried that it very well may be somewhat antiquated, and outdated. How wrong I was, on the grounds that there is one thing that never dates, never goes downhill - a cast of entrancing, engaging, some of the time hateable, characters with distinctive characters and different foundations, all put together under one rooftop and the confusion, love, and life that definitely results. This book was a delight and I was miserable to complete it!

Writer's Note: I was not paid for this survey, however, I got a duplicate of the book.

Further Perusing
Survey: A Determination of Cornish Books from 2020


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