And about JD and Brine. Not quite as spot on, but still excellent...., it's Susie Boyt by the way.
"The dialogue is so acute at the moment that twice I have jotted some down. If Noël Coward and David Mamet had put their heads together, I’m not sure they’d have bettered the conversation pertaining to the Aldridges’ new kitchen. People are performing scenes from it in their front rooms, I suspect. Here’s a snippet:
Jennifer: “The initial outlay might seem a lot but ultimately we’ll be saving space and energy and money.”
Brian: “Over the course of a couple of lifetimes perhaps?.?.?.?What’s wrong with buying a kitchen from the high street? Or, better still, one of those flat-pack places.”
Jennifer: “Did you say flat-pack?”
Brian: “Yes?.?.?.?”
Jennifer: “How dare you!”
This is a storm in a teacup but the teacup is already brimming with the history of a marriage: his bigotry, her social climbing; his self-perceived heroism for “taking her on as a single mother”, her endurance of his philandering; his vain, macho posturing wearing thinner as he ages, her raising of his child from an extramarital affair; their empty nest syndrome?.?.?.?
When you are shopping to assuage loss and longing – and to crucify the Joneses – there are no limits.
“You’re talking as if the kitchen were just a place to prepare
your meals!” Jennifer says.
“What else is it for?” her husband answers. Dear, oh dear, oh dear.
“After everything I’ve done for you over the years, one little thing?.?.?.?” she pleads.
“I don’t believe in giving in to terrorists,” he counters sternly. At these lines I stood to applaud, even though I was in the car. I was shocked. I was laughing. What a way to carry on!"