It is a small Head Doeuvre. I had read this book there are thirty or forty years, in the French translation: "The morning is served." Rereading English forty years later I wondered if I would find the same freshness. Well it has not aged. Yet there is a priori nothing to excite the crowds: nothing more than scenes of everyday life of a family of the English middle class. Except that the author has an immense talent, his characters are interesting, subtle, endearing. He throws them a look tactful, caring but also a joyful humor, without any sentimentality, even with over narration, voices that rise or anxiety sets in. This fortunately end: otherwise how could -it with this central character that is Gayelord delicious, a little boy full of life, curiosity, common sense and good will naive, intrusive and disempowering. We leave this book having laughed, a little shaky at times, but ultimately reconciled with all that sometimes bothers us: life, family, humanity, until the weather!
