


She judges people "by their shoes and their manners at the table", and has never met a socialist. When in company, she rings the bell for her maid, Harriet, because she thinks it's expected of her, even though it would be easier to walk into the next room and talk to her directly.

India Bridge, its central character, has special expensive hand towels, which she puts out only when she has guests and secretly hopes they will not use. I n its early pages, Mrs Bridge, Evan S Connell's 1959 debut novel, can read a little like a parody of the life of the kind of person who might have purchased one of those "How to Be a Perfect Housewife" etiquette guides that were popular during the more buttoned-up years of the last century, and which modern publishers occasionally reprint for their comedy value.
