Arundel

Colonel George Fanshawe has spent decades serving the Empire in India, and now as he rides home from a day of military inspections, he faces a father's particular torture: his daughter Elizabeth is leaving for England, growing beyond the little girl who used to sit on his knee. The social dinner and dance awaiting him should be festive, but he moves through the evening carrying the weight of her absence, watching his wife navigate the complex politics of colonial society while he wrestles with questions about what he's actually built with his life of duty. Benson renders the contradictions of British India with sharp, economical prose. The colonel's military position demands a certain performance of authority, yet at home he's simply a father watching his daughter outgrow the world he understands. Elizabeth, passionate and on the brink of adulthood, yearns for adventure beyond the sheltered existence of the colonial station. The result is a quiet meditation on what we owe to families versus what we owe to ourselves, and the particular melancholy of watching the next generation rush toward futures we're no longer certain we believe in.