KITTY & VIRGIL promises a simple, tender story, probably of love. And so it is. But that unusual Latinate name, with its echo of the great poet, hints at more: and there is much more.
In Paul Bailey's novel, Kitty is a middle-aged Englishwoman, editor and indexer. She is also a bohemian and a bit of an ex-hippy, and twin sister of the appalling Daisy, who is her polar opposite: sensible, bossy and full of rage, permanently attacking the world for not being the orderly place she requires.
Kitty wakes up after a hysterectomy to see a stranger smiling at her. Nine months later she remeets him in Green Park, where he is picking up litter on a spike. He is Virgil: a dissident poet escaped from Ceausescu's Romania; desperately thin, shabby and neurotic, and immediately, recklessly, her lover.
They have two years of happiness, during which his literally unendurable story slowly emerges; at the end of which he is able, for the first time, to spend the whole night with her. At the end of this time, too, comes Christmas 1989 and the fall of Ceausescu, which they watch together on television. A week later he is gone, and a few months after that he is dead.
All this we know from the start; we even guess very soon that he has taken his own life. Even Kitty's love could not cure what he suffered from. That hysterectomy was no accident, for in their two worlds - one of peace and the other of war, one of endless time and shades of grey, the other of harsh choices and harsher consequences - there can be no real future, despite their longing and love.
It was, therefore, extraordinarily brave of Paul Bailey to put these two worlds in one book, where they could have been just as incompatible. But he does it, as daringly as Kitty; and it works, because he understands them both so well. …