NPR
book critic Maureen Corrigan was describing a scene in her local
bookstore where she overheard a conversation between two women who
were looking for “a new British novelist”. She didn't interrupt,
despite having a good suggestion, namely author Peter Cameron, an
American who spent part of his childhood in England. (Maureen, if
you're ever next to me in a bookstore, go ahead and jump in.)
Cameron's
latest novel is set in 1950's England, but if not for the presence of
electricity and automobiles it could have been a century earlier.
Coral
Glynn,
a
young private duty nurse who is "rather pretty ... in a plain
way." comes to a country house to care for the dying mother of
middle-aged, war-damaged
Major Clement Hart.
Are you thinking Jane Eyre? When the mother dies, what seems
inevitable happens, except it doesn't quite. What the characters do
next seems predictable, except it isn't exactly. And how things
finally turn out seems unexpected, or was I just not paying
attention? And although there is no crazy wife in the attic, there
is an oddly Gothic scene that spins the plot around.
At
various times I was ready to grab both Clement and Coral by the
shoulders and shake some sense into them, but these are not people
who would have responded well to my intervention. Each is damaged
and repressed, and both are capable of impulsive and sometimes
inexplicable behavior.
If
you're a fan of “Jane Eyre”, or even “Rebecca”, I think
you'll enjoy the resonances even though the plot twists in a
different direction, and I'd definitely recommend this as a plane
ride or beach read.
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