Gumtree, Wow! The storm of 1987, how perceptive of you to figure that out. I agree with you, I did not feel Byatt tied up all the loose ends, I should have in my prior post said "attempted to tie up all the loose ends." I am left with many questions. Not that it makes a difference for me to know or not.
What became of Fergus?
Why were we led to believe in the very beginning that Ash had vanished. pg. 24 "Roland had never been much interested in Randolph Henry Ash's vanished body; he did not spend time visiting his house in Russell Street, or sitting where he had sat, on stone garden seats; that was Cropper's style."
What became of Bertha, and her child.
Why did Ellen shrink in the corner on their wedding night, and not be able to haves sex with her husband?
What became of our dear Joan Bailey, other than Roland wanted to make sure she got her wheelchair.
Why was Roland and Maud mad at each other in the end, yet fall into the bed and make love? (That for me was so predictable and simple, after such a frustrating book. )
Why didn't Ellen throw an ASH TRAY at ASH when he confessed his love for Christable? lol
I'm sure there are more, but for now I will leave it to the rest of you.
Sabine was my favorite character of the entire book. She could see through Christable. I LOVED her being so truthful, and not accepting and falling all over Christabel. I Loved how she got Dog Tray to warm up to her to spite Christabel. lol She was a breath of fresh air, now I could see Sabine as a real leader for women's rights. This was one of my favorite paragraphs of the whole book. Sabine is challenging her father's opinion of Dahud, pg. 379 "Why should desire and senses be so terrifying in women? Who is this author, to say that these are the fears of man, by which he means the whole human race? He makes us witches, outcasts, sorcieres, monsters...."
Also she shows how Christabel realizes Sabine is intuitive and intelligent. pg. 379 "I will copy out some of Christabel's phrases which particularly pleased me. I should in all honesty copy out also those criticisms she made of what was banal or overdone or clumsy__but these are engraved on my mind.
Some comments of Christabel LaMotte on Dahud La Bonne Sorciere by Sabine de Kercoz.
"You have found, by instinct or intelligence, a way which is not allegory nor yet faux-naif to give significance and your own form of universality to this terrible tale. Your Dahud is both individual human being and symbolic truth. Other writers may see other truths in this tale (I do.) But you do not pedantically exclude.
All old stories, my cousin, will bear telling and telling again in different ways. What is required is to keep alive, to polish, the simple clean forms of the tale which must be there__in this case the angry Ocean, the terrible leap of the horse, the fall of Dahud from the crupper, the engulfment etc etc. And yet to add something of yours, of the writer, which makes all these things seem new and first seen, without having been appropriated for private or personal ends. This you have done."
Sabine goes on to say, " I think it must happen to men as well as women, to know that strangers have made a false evaluation of what they may achieve, and to watch a change of tone, a change of language, a pervasive change of respect after their work has been judged to be worthwhile. But how much more for women, who are, as Christabel says, largely thought to be unable to write well, unlikely to try, and something like changelings or monsters when indeed they do succeed, and achieve something."
I can see Byatt feeling this way after being awarded the "Winner of England's Booker Prize." She has finally been validated, she has now proven she can and does write as well as her sister Margaret Drabble, and she now feels her equal, after growing up with a mother who forced them to compete with each other, rather than compliment and help each other believe in themselves, and each other, she has finally come to a time in her life where I remember her saying in an interview, they are now closer.
As Christabel and Sabine found a mutual respect for each other's writing, so did A.S. and Margaret.