I remember a blue bound book from twenty years ago.
The story was pretty formulaic. A 'silly romance'. The writing was not extraordinary. But for some reason, some passages were haunting, the intensity at the end surprising. But I can't remember too much of the story, the title of the book, or the names of the characters. But I want to. Perhaps to see if it has the same effect on me now!
Here's what i remember of the plot
The lead female character (Bianca? Something with B) is a writer. She is well off, but not terribly happy in her marriage. Her husband is either unwell, or physically challenged in some way, or much older than her. A book critic has savaged one of her books, partly because he thinks that she is a spoilt rich writer whose phony book (he doesn't think she could have actually lived out the scenario in her book) and connections have ensured her success at the cost of some struggling poor writer who has a more genuinely lived experience. The writer and the critic meet, and after a rough start get closer to each other. Somewhere in the book there is the line 'Like the clown in figaro, I laugh, that I may not weep.'. Somewhere else, when the writer (why do I think she is called Bianca?) gives the critic a lift, the chauffeur tucks a blanket over them in the back seat of the car, and the critic thinks to himself 'we might as well be in bed'.
Can anyone help? I have tried very hard to remember the title, the author, more of the plot, or alternatively to get the whole thing out of my mind, but have failed in all of the above!
Very grateful for any leads on this!!