Leaven of Malice
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Winner of the Stephen Leacock Medal for Humour, Leaven of Malice is the second novel in Robertson Davies's much-loved Salterton Trilogy, now part of the new Modern Classics series.
The following announcement appeared in the Salterton Evening Bellman: "Professor and Mrs. Walter Vambrace are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter, Pearl Veronica, to Solomon Bridgetower, Esq., son of..."
And not a word was true. Although the malice that prompted this false engagement notice was aimed at three people only--Solly Bridgetower, Pearl Vambrace, and Gloster Ridley, the anxiety-ridden local newspaper editor--before the leaven of malice had ceased to work, it had changed permanently, for good or ill, the lives of many of Salterton.
This is the second novel in the Salterton Trilogy, which also includes Tempest-Tost and A Mixture of Frailties, and is another brilliant display of Robertson Davies's legendary wit and erudition.
re-surface the street on which he lived, and the latter for proposing to pave a street on which he owned property, thereby raising the rates. Both writers had allowed anonymity to go to their heads, and both had added personal notes requesting that their true names be withheld, as they feared reprisals of an unspecified nature. From “Fair Play”s” letter Ridley deleted several sentences, and changed the word “shabby” to “ill-advised”. “Indignant” required more time, as the writer had not used
the day?” “Things between Mr. Ridley and I are just exactly what they’ve always been, to wit, strictly formal as between employer and daily homemaker.” “Strictly formal, eh? Like the time he was sick and asked you to give him a bed-bath?” said George. “George Morphew, you made that up out of whole cloth, and I’d just like you to understand I don’t like it!” “Well, cripes, Ede, keep your shirt on! Cripes, it’s nothing to me if you give him a bath. For all of me you can get into the tub
prunes which she shared with the invincibly sober Vambrace. Pearl, who had not wanted to speak until she had heard more of her father’s campaign, cleared away the dishes and set in place the inevitable pièce de résistance of a Vambrace evening meal, a large plate of soda crackers and a pot of very strong tea. “I also visited the editor of The Bellman,” said the Professor, when he had buttered a biscuit very thickly and sprinkled it generously with salt. “Yes?” said his wife. Her resistance,
I promised.” “This is the spirit of the age, and of the New World, I suppose. I had hoped that as a family we would see one another through this.” “Well, of course I’ll stay at home if you feel like that, Father.” “No, no. Go. You want to go. Don’t stay at home and look at me reproachfully all night.” And so, after a few more interchanges, Pearl went, feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself. WAVERLEY WAS A STAID UNIVERSITY. The establishment of a School of Journalism was being undertaken only
can we get out of this bloody mess if we don’t discuss it?” “I don’t know. And I don’t think you are likely to find a way.” “Oh, I know; you’re angry with me because I didn’t do anything the other night. Well, what could I do? How would it have been if I’d knocked your father down when he was cuffing you? Or called a policeman? Damn it, I’m sorry. I’d have done something if it could have made any difference or settled anything. But I couldn’t think of anything, so I got out of the way. Look: