


This was because of her worries as to whether to purchase a small property, the Old House, with its own warehouse on the foreshore, and to open the only bookshop in Hardborough. In 1959 Florence Green occasionally passed a night when she was not absolutely sure whether she had slept or not. The Bookshop, her first book, was published in 1978 when Fitzgerald was 61, and while it speaks quietly, it does so with great accuracy and feeling. She knew perfectly well, sitting in the dull afternoon light, with the ludicrous array of slop basins and tureens in front of her, that loneliness was speaking to loneliness, and that he was appealing to her directly. Brundish has just told her that she possesses the quality which he most admires, courage. Brundish, the recluse, to secure his opinion on her ordering a huge quantity of a new book: Lolita by Nabokov.
