This is story about memories, memories of childhood, about broken dreams, and Of course about human relationships. The author draws our attention to the problem of intermarriage in the early 20th century and their rejection by society. The idea can be stated as follows white people are considered to be superior then color people and they do not care what is this person. In my opinion, the general mood of the extract is lyrical, melodramatic and emotional.
The given text opens with the preface from which the reader finds out that the action takes place in our days, the protagonist of the book Laura read the obituary in the newspaper: В«Deliver. On the 8th July, in her 90th year, Daisy Deliver, daughter of the late Sir Henry Deliver, some time Governor of the Province of Barbara, and Lady Deliver. Private cremation. В» and after reading she comes back to her childhood memories. In the first part Laura describes her family and their neighbors Deliver family. Her father was in the Indian Civil Service, posted to Barbara to run the Port and River Department.
His terms of duty ran for 4 years, when he would disappear out of their lives completely and return for 6 months leave that passed like a perpetual loudly. When her mother was in her 1st Indian trip, she met with Lady Deliver. Lady Deliver was friendly. Can you imagine! The friendship which sprang up between them was an unusual one, for Lady Deliver was a good generation older then Laurel’s mother and the Governors lady to boot, while her mother was simply the new wife of a young official. In England, the Tillers lived in Cornwall, and Laurel’s mother rented a little house nearby.
Next Laura describes Outlier’s children and her sister. Daisy was their eldest daughter, unmarried and very musical. Then there was Mary, married to a solder an stationed in Equate, and then Angus. Angus was the family darling and everybody else’s darling as well. He was handsome, blue-eyed. Just imagine! Laurel’s sister Sassy was madly in love with him, but she was only ten. Angus finally left Oxford and inevitable, accompanied his parents back to India. He worked as a representative of a business firm. And he did not live at Government House with his parents, but he had his own establishment in the town.
A chummier it was called. Some time later, family got a massage that Angus married. His family was horrified, because she is an half Indian. It was worse. They were called chi-chi. Her name was Amity Chaparral. Laura knew about Anglo-Indians. They wore topics and spoke in Welsh accent and they did not use paper when they went to the lavatory. Laurel’s mum admits that races should not mix, and white people look down on them. It was wrong. And it was specially wrong when Anus’s father was the Governor of the province. To his parents horror, Angus and Amity got married.
Three years later, they come back to England, and visited Laurel’s family. Laura hind that Angus shabby in ill-cut old suit, with his pathetic wife in tow. Perhaps would not know how to use the butter knife. To Laura amazement that Amity was beautiful as a bird of paradise. Angus had changed, indeed, but Laura thought, for better. He was a man now. Laura loved Amity. By striping the truth from a confused morass of childish impressions Amity really changed all Laurel’s life. What was all the fuss about? Laura had asked herself, and the answer was NOTHING. People are people.