Status
Call number
Series
Genres
Collection
Publication
Description
'You read her, laughing, and want to do your best to protect her characters from any reality but their own' New York Times Mr Marling, of Marling Hall, has begun to accept - albeit reluctantly - that he will probably never be able to pass his wonderful old estate on to his children. The Second World War is bringing an end to so many things, but the Marlings carry on as best they can in the face of rationing and a shortage of domestic help. Into their world arrive Geoffrey Harvey and his sister Frances, who have been bombed out of their London home. Bohemian and sophisticated, they rent a local house, and it is not long before they begin to have an effect on their neighbours. Geoffrey begins to court Lettice, the Marlings' widowed daughter, but he finds he has rivals for her affections in dashing David Leslie and Captain Barclay. Observing everything and quietly keeping events on an even keel is the Marlings' sage old governess, Miss Bunting. 'The novels are a delight, with touches of E. F. Benson, E. M. Delafield and P. G. Wodehouse' Independent on Sunday… (more)
User reviews
Thirkell is wry and cynical here, and the result is a clever and entertaining novel.
There’s a war on but somewhere in the distance: rationing is a minor inconvenience; neighbours’ attempts at owning chickens are merely a source for drama and comedy; Lettice is ready to move on from her husband’s death; Lucy goes out each day to do war work but instead of following her, the story focuses on domestic, familial and social interactions.
Thirkell is delightfully, gently, observant and not wholly predictable, especially when her characters showed unexpected moments of depth.
In hindsight, I think I would have liked it more had the book spent less time with some characters who I didn’t like very, and had it not been for a few small details in the ending (such Lettice needing to be rescued from a foreigner, and mutely pleading her suitor like she were a dog and he her master). But nevertheless, I enjoyed reading it.
”I didn’t know nurses were being sent out,” said Mrs Marling.
A general conversation characterised by partial knowledge hovering on the the verge of ignorance then took place during which it was decided that no one knew if nurses were being sent or not, that if they were it was a shame, and it was a shame if they weren’t. This conversation might have gone on for ever, had not the dean come in with Mrs Morland [...]