As she readies herself to leave
London she learns that Simon, the doctor she loved and worked with in WW I, is
failing quickly. Since the shell blast that wounded him late in the war Simon’s
body has mended but his mind is shattered and unresponsive.
I thought of Wilfred Owen’s poem Disabled about a WW I veteran when I
read of Simon’s silent existence. Owen’s poem ends:
Now,
he will spend a few sick years in institutes,
And
do what things the rules consider wise,And take whatever pity they may dole,
Tonight he noticed how the women’s eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don’t they come
And put him into bed? Why don’t they come?
Maisie has never grieved the end of
her relationship with Simon and finds herself filled with conflicting emotions
over his abrupt decline.
In the country Maisie contemplates
another broken relationship. She has been estranged from her mentor, Maurice
Blanche, over his decision in Pardonable
Lies to keep information from her. She misses their intimate conversations.
The area around Heronsdene is filled
with hops pickers. There are Londoners having a working vacation. As well a
tribe of gypsies has come to pick. The local residents have little regard for
the city pickers and less for the gypsies as reflected in the signs on their
businesses saying “No Gypsies Allowed”.
Maisie visits the gypsy camp and
forms a relationship with the matriarch, Beaulah, and we learn, to my surprise,
that Maisie’s maternal grandmother was a water gypsy.
As with the other mysteries in the
series the investigation has elements that stretch back to WW I. While Maisie
is occasionally frustrated by the “old boy” network of male public school ties
she is equally a member of a special comradeship – those who have served at the
front during the war. When male veterans hear she was a front line nurse doors
open and information flows more freely.
Heronsdene is a grim community
harbouring a secret from the war. While the residents resist giving her
information Maisie proceeds with her customary diligence gradually assembling
the facts she needs on her case map.
I prefer some ambiguity about the
bad guy. There was never a doubt here of his identity or that he was the evil
at the center of the community secret.
When Maisie ultimately determines
what happened it is wicked, cruel and completely credible.
Maisie finds it a challenge, when a whole
community in need, to meet her goal in each case of providing peace for all
involved. She is more successful than I would have expected.
I admire Maisie as a character. I
was less excited about this plot. I still enjoy the series and will keep
reading of Maisie as she continues to make the personal adjustments from a maid
under the stairs to an independent successful businesswoman. (June 29/12)
Bill - As always, a thoughtful and well-done review. Thanks. This series gives such an interesting portrayal of an era and as the series goes on, I like the way Winspear weaves those changes into the novels. Of course, I'm biased because I like historical mysteries when they're authentic.
ReplyDeleteMargot: Thanks for the comment. I like your reference to the series being authentic. I do feel as if I am in early 1930's England when I read the books.
ReplyDeleteI just scheduled a post reviewing this book, too (for next week) but for now I'll just say that it wasn't my favorite Maisie Dobbs, either. Nonetheless, it's a strong series and better than many if not most.
ReplyDeleteI didn't really think about it at the time, but you're right about the lack of ambiguity in the bad guy. That's not typical Winspear.
Karen: Thanks for the comment. I look forward to your review.
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