Nothing [Paperback]

Years ago, Jane Weatherby had a torrid affair with John Pomfret, the husband of her best friend. Divorces ensued. World War II happened. Prewar partying gave way to postwar austerity, and Jane and John’s now-grown children, Philip and Mary, both as serious and sober as their parents were not, seem earnestly bent on marriage, which John and Jane consider a mistake. The two old lovers conspire against the two young lovers, and nothing turns out quite as expected.

Nothing, like the closely relatedDoting, is a book that is almost entirely composed in dialogue, since in these late novels nothing so interested Green as how words resist, twist, and expose our intentions; how they fail us, lead us on, make fools of us, and may, in spite of ourselves, even save us, at least for a time.Nothingspills over with the bizarre and delicious comedy and poetry of human incoherence.“And in their sheer absurdityNothingandDotingare two of the funniest novels ever written, bringing to an almost abstract essence the humor that had always been woven through Green’s work.” —Brooke Allen,The Atlantic

“Henry Green is an accomplished virtuoso, and he makes his upper-middle-class Londoners perform like figures in some highly stylized ritual dance of a dying culture.Nothingis a brilliant performance.” —The Nation

“His sentences sometimes unwind in long, gossamer strands of prepositions and subordinate clauses, as tenuous as a spider’s web. . . . For fellow writers who chafe against the limits of language, there’s a special thrill in following Green across the page to see if his sentence will survive in one piece.” —Danny Heitman,The Weekly Standard

Nothing and Doting...actually display something close to old-fashioned formal perfection.  —Charles McGrath, The New York TimlC3