I have finally finished the book and have found everyone's comments on it interesting.
I'm afraid I didn't enjoy this nearly as much as our two previous 'dated' books. I don't know if something has been lost in translation across the generations (the book was first published in 1963, just over 10 years before I was born), but rather than finding the book dated, I just found it irritating. The tone (I suppose Sarah's tone and style) felt so affected, forced and self-conscious. The dialogue in particular felt terribly affected and unconvincing to me. But as I say, perhaps I am missing something here and it's meant to be a send-up or parody?
I do think the themes of the novel were interesting though, and I felt frustrated for both Sarah and Louise, having been to Oxford but feeling they had such circumscribed choices. But they were both such unsympathetic characters that though I recognised their plight, I struggled to really care.
One of the most dated things is the quote from the Guardian review, printed on the front cover of my edition, calling Drabble "one of our foremost women writers." Either she's one of our foremost writers or she's not - being a woman shouldn't come into it!