GREAT READS FOR AUGUST, 2015
The Dust That Falls From Dreams, by Louis de Bernières
It is August, 1902, and loyal
Britons are holding Coronation parties throughout the land, for the dear old
Queen has died after ruling for 63 years and her elderly and high-living son
Edward the Seventh has ascended the throne.
The Victorian era has ended and the Edwardian age has begun, those sunlit
years that reinforced – for the last time – the rigidity of class and certainty
of one’s station in life: everyone knows
where they stand, and all is right with the world.
Three prosperous neighbouring families
meet on this beautiful summer day to celebrate the King’s ascension; Mr and Mrs Pendennis, lately come from
Baltimore, U.S.A. with their three fine sons;
Mr and Mrs Hamilton McCosh and their four vivacious daughters, and Mr
and Mrs Pitt, parents of four strapping sons, two of whom are already fighting
in the Boer War. They are all fast
friends and the children call themselves The Pals, certain that they will be
friends always – in fact Rosie, the oldest McCosh girl has already accepted an
offer of marriage (when they are old enough) from Ashbridge Pendennis,
formalised by the gift of a brass curtain ring.
She will be his forever.
It transpires that several of the
other boys have crushes on Rosie, for she is the prettiest, and because she has
eyes for no-one but Ash, the most unattainable, despite great feats of courage
and daring performed by the Pitt boys, Archie and Daniel in an effort to
impress. And Rosie IS impressed, but not
long enough to alter her unswerving devotion to her beloved.
Mr de Berniéres, author of the wonderful ‘Captain Corelli’s
Mandolin’ is a master at setting the scene for this lovely story of the War to
End all Wars and the death of an
Empire; his characters beautifully
personify the times, especially when ‘that dreadful Kaiser’ starts the war and
the flower of England’s youth rush to enlist – after all, ‘it will be all over
by Christmas’ and no young man wants to miss out on the excitement and the
opportunity to ‘do his bit’, including Ashbridge Pendennis and Daniel Pitt, leaving
their loved ones at home to fret and marvel at their bravery.
And the worst happens:
Ash dies of his wounds in France, leaving Rosie with a yawning hole in
her life which she tries to fill with religion.
She and her sisters attempt to give meaning to their lives by
volunteering at the hospitals to look after the wounded and are horrified and
chastened by the suffering they see and try to alleviate. Daniel Pitt’s two brothers did not return
from South Africa and his widowed mother fears for her remaining two sons, for
Daniel has become an Air Ace, and Archie is fighting on the NorthWest Frontier. Life will never be the same again. They will never return to the halcyon days of
Coronation parties and certainty of place and Empire, and Mrs. McCosh, a gentlewoman
who corresponds upon occasion with the King – and his secretary always replies
– is horrified at the breakdown of manners and mores which now allow common
people to Actually Come to the Front Door.
It’s entirely too awful to think about!
This is a story that is not finished in this book; there are many characters (some extremely
irritating, Rosie’s twitty sister Sophie being a prime example) that still have
parts to play and the pace is so leisurely (except for the superb, brutal
battle scenes) and the ending so inconclusive that Mr de Bernières MUST be
planning a sequel. I live in hope!
Red Sparrow, by Jason Matthews
Red Sparrow is not
new; it was published in 2013, but what
impresses me about it enough to write a review is that a sequel has been
written, ‘Palace of Treason’, and if it is anything like Red Sparrow’ then we
are all in for a fabulous treat.
Russian Dominika Egarova is a privileged, ambitious and
enormously talented young woman who adores her country and believes
unquestioningly in its leadership under Mr Putin. Her parents, a respected university professor
and a prodigiously talented concert violinist are more circumspect, having felt
and suffered enormous discrimination from lesser talents, purely because the
lesser talents had ‘connections’ which would always put them in front.
Dominika aspires to be a ballerina but eventually is
sabotaged, just like her parents by a staged accident that ends her career
permanently; enter her influential
uncle, who decides that she could be useful as an intelligence officer/honey
trap; a ‘sparrow’ to lure with her great
beauty various victims into impossible and irreversible situations. Dominika gradually realises that she herself has been
coerced and blackmailed into an irreversible situation, but because she
is a person of intelligence with an exceptional gift – not to mention a huge
thirst for revenge, she decides to play
the long game: after all, ‘Revenge is a
Dish that People of Taste Prefer to Eat Cold’.
Yes indeed.
Dominika’s masters have no idea what hit them when their
instructions for her to lure an American CIA agent into her embrace go horribly
awry – for them, and hapless CIA agent Nathaniel
Nash: he has found that his life has
changed forever, whether he wanted it to or not!
Mr Matthews is well qualified to write a spy novel; he was a CIA officer for more than 30 years
and knows the Spook business from every angle, and what a bonus it is for the
reader that he is a smart, witty writer who can generate huge suspense, then
relieve the tension with much-needed humour.
His characters are (in the main) very believable – except that the
villains are more evil than usual, and definitely uglier (!) and I have to say
that there were so many abbreviations, acronyms and cryptonyms that I felt
battered about the head – oh, and at the end of every chapter was the recipe
for a meal that the characters consumed as part of the action: nothing wrong with that, except that each
recipe had enough cream, butter, oil etc to send us all to an early grave. Did I mind, though? Of course not. I am impatiently awaiting ‘Palace of Treason’
which I trust will be full to bursting with more vengeance, corpses and lethal
recipes. Highly recommended.
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