Chapters (60)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- BOOK ONE
- Prologue 1989
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- BOOK TWO - 1925
- Chapter Ten - 1925
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- BOOK THREE - 1947
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- BOOK FOUR - 1968
- Chapter Forty-one - 1968
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Chapter Fifty - 1970
- EPILOGUE
Tommy was not to realise that the feeling of closeness was the only part of sex that Briony enjoyed. So carried away was he in his own excitement he did not notice her mechanical responses. But that night, it didn’t matter anyway. It sealed their fates. The coupling of their bodies was just an extension of their partnership.
At least, that was how Briony saw it.
BOOK TWO - 1925
BOOK TWO
1925
‘My sister and my sister’s child, Myself and children three’
- William Cowper, 1731-1800
‘Affection beaming in one eye,
Calculation shining out of the other’
- Martin Chuzzlewit, Charles Dickens
Chapter Ten - 1925
Chapter Ten
1925
‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, Tommy, what the hell has got into you?’ Briony’s voice was hard and Tommy clenched his fists in an effort to keep his temper.
‘I don’t like it, Briony. For one thing it’s expensive, for another you can’t guarantee you’ll make any money out of it.’
Briony laughed out loud.
‘Oh, can’t I? Listen here, Tommy Lane. On the continent these pictures are all the rage, mate. The French are shipping them over here like they’re going out of fashion. Private viewings are bringing in a fucking fortune! I’ve more than looked into all this believe me. That “useless ponce”, as you call Rupert in your more friendlier moments, is the goose that’s going to lay us some golden eggs. Tomorrow I put up a quick grand, then we sit back and rake the money in. We can show the films in the houses, have our own private screenings. We can get in on the bottom of the market before it takes off. And quite frankly, Tommy, whether you come in with me or not, I’m having some of it. It’s the thing for the future, it’ll make us untold money, I guarantee that.’
Tommy looked at the girl opposite him. Her face was alight, as it always was when she was talking about money. In fairness to her, he knew she had really done the groundwork on the films, she was too astute not to, but the thought annoyed him. Inside himself, Tommy actually found the thought of filming couples having sexual relations distasteful. He voiced this.
‘I think it’s perverted.’
Briony really did laugh now. A contemptuous sound that grated on him.