The mid-life crisis novel, I think it’s fair to say, is traditionally a male form. But in Louise Doughty’s Apple Tree Yard, the person feeling a bit trapped in what might seem a pretty nice life — while also fretting about how much (or how little) sex the rest of it will contain — is fiftysomething Yvonne Carmichael: wife, mother and all-round radiator of female competence.
In BBC1’s adaptation of Apple Tree Yard (Sunday), Yvonne was first heard giving us a brief meditation on the provisional nature of civilised behaviour — a voiceover, it turned out, being delivered as she travelled in the back of a prison van. We then flashed back nine months to when she was in her middle-class pomp, able to dazzle a parliamentary select committee with her knowledge of genetics and still make it home in time for the Tesco order.
But then as she was leaving the Commons, Yvonne (Emily Watson) really did bump into a dark handsome stranger (Ben Chaplin).
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