I have just finished “Excellent Women” by Barbara Pym. A while ago I read “Quartet in Autumn”, also by her. Barbara Pym is well thought of in the world of literature . . .
“Barbara Mary Crampton Pym FRSL (2 June 1913 – 11 January 1980) was an English novelist. In the 1950s she published a series of social comedies, of which the best known are Excellent Women (1952) and A Glass of Blessings (1958). In 1977 her career was revived when the critic Lord David Cecil and the poet Philip Larkin both nominated her as the most underrated writer of the century. Her novel Quartet in Autumn (1977) was nominated for the Booker Prize that year, and she was elected as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature.” (Wikipedia).
This is what I wrote for Goodreads . . .
Barbara Pym is rated highly as an author, reviews speak of her wit and humour. I read this book right to the end wondering where it was going and finding when I got there that we didn’t seem to be very far from where we started. I have also read “Quartet in Autumn” with much the same result. Barbara Pym obviously has a big fan club, but alas, I do not qualify for admittance.