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Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont Eleanor Catton Through it all was myA blackly humorous story of loneliness, deception, and life in old age by one of the most accomplished novelists of the twentieth century. On a rainy Sunday afternoon in January, the recently widowed Mrs. Palfrey moves to the Claremont Hotel in South Kensington. If it's not nice, I needn't stay, she promises herself, as she settles into this haven for the genteel and the decayed. Three elderly widows and one old man . . . who seemed to dislike female