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The Ladies of Grace Adieu by Susanna Clarke | Book Review

Description: I recently watched Jonathan Strange & Mr Norell on Netflix so my next read had to be The Ladies of Grace Adieu. I remember finding Jonathan Strange a tome but The Ladies of Grace Adieu is a slim collection of fairy tales brimming with all the same magic and twists of fate. There are petulant princesses, vengeful owls, and educated, country ladies who pass their time studying magic (unbeknownst to their bumbling husbands). The Raven King makes an appearance in several of the stories, as does Jonathan Strange and the Duke of Wellington.

Favourite Moment: In the story “The Ladies of Grace Adieu”, the three women — Mrs. Field, Miss Tobias, and Cassandra — are making their way home in the dark. They happen upon Jonathan Strange, who has fallen asleep under a tree while reading his book.

“What is it?” asked Miss Tobias.

Cassandra peered into the darkness. “It is a man,” she said with great authority.

“Gracious Heaven,” said Mrs. Field. “What kind of man?”

“The usual kind, I should say,” said Cassandra.

“I meant, Cassandra,” said the other, “what degree, what station of man?”

Jonathan Strange got to his feet, perplexed, brushing straw from his clothes. “Ladies,” he said, “forgive me. I thought that I had woken in the Raven King’s Other Lands. I thought that you were Titania’s ladies come to meet me.”

The ladies were silent. And then: “Well!” said Mrs. Field. “What a speech!”

“I beg your pardon, madam. I meant only that it is a beautiful night (as I am sure you will agree) and I have been thinking for some time that it is (in the most critical and technical sense) a magical night and I though perhaps that you were the magic what was meant to happen.”

“Oh,” cried Cassandra, “they are all full of nonsense. Do not listen to him, my dear Mrs. Field. Miss Tobias, let us walk on.” But she looked at him curiously and said, “You? What do you know of magic?”

“A little, madam.”

The conversation that transpires is very funny because the three ladies practice magic. In fact, one of them is a governess and has just done away with the pesky guardian of her charges. He was up to no good, anyway. Now they are, perhaps, aware that they’ve stumbled upon Jonathan Strange, the London magician. They have quite a few arguments with Strange’s recent writings, and once they establish that he is the man before them, they take him to task. Strange confides that he agrees with them but must do the bidding of Norrell, which draws their chiding and ire. It’s a delightful taking down of the top magician by some country ladies.

Perfect for fans of Jonathan Strange, Neil Gaiman, or The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. 

The hardcover (pictured above) is a lovely book, no jacket, with debossed pink flowers.

 

 

French Exit by Patrick deWitt | Book Review

french exit by dewitt

Disclaimer: Thanks to House of Anansi for this review copy. Patrick deWitt is one of my favourite authors (see previous reviews) and I was very pleased to be offered a copy.

Description: Downton Abbey meets the American version of The Office in this quirky novel about two socialites—a mother and grown son—who spend all their inheritance money and then exile themselves to Paris.

Frances Price is revered in New York social circles. She’s beautiful, wealthy, and dismissive of almost everyone, which makes her all the more desirable as a party guest. Her son Malcolm, 32, dotes on her and doesn’t do much of anything. The book opens with the pair excusing themselves from a boring hostess and then making pithy quips and snide remarks about the evening. Malcolm has pinched a picture frame, and apparently he has a habit of choosing parting gifts for himself.

Their following exploits include a flash sale of their possessions to pay for passage to Paris, a dalliance with the ship’s captain (Frances) and the fortune teller (Malcolm), smuggling a cat into France, riding a bicycle around the Paris flat, and hosting lavish dinner parties until the money is truly all gone.

Billed as “tragedy of manners,” this is a weird little satire that deWitt pulls off nicely.

Favourite Moment: Partway through their Paris adventure the pair meet Mme Reynard. During a drinking session she jumps up and accidentally cracks her head on an iron light hanging low over the table. Dr. Touche makes a house call.

Soon came Dr. Touche, a sleepy-eyed and swarthy man with the hands of a female adolescent. Mme Reynard had asked him to bring along a bottle of champagne but he’d refused, citing an aversion to it, and brought instead a bottle of Cote-de-Brouilly, which they could none of them drink, for it was corked. Dr. Touche was greatly put out by this, and he rang his wine merchant while all in the room sat watching as he described the embarrassment occasioned by the spoiled bottle. “What must these people think of me?” he asked, at which point Mme Reynard began calling out compliments. Dr. Touche waved her down, resuming his conversation: “Well?” he said. “How will you go about making this right?” He listened for a time, holding one finger aloft; now he nodded. “Yes. I think that’s the only way. Do you have a pencil?” He gave the wine merchant Frances and Malcolm’s address and hung up the phone. “He’ll be with us shortly,” he told the group.

 

Perfect Read for fans of deWitt’s previous works (did you know The Sisters Brothers is being made into a film?) Also great for anyone who likes The Windsors on Netflix, the comedic soap opera / parody of the British royal family. It’s the exact opposite of The Crown, more like National Lampoon’s Vacation. French Exit is not slapstick, but it is a look at the baffling absurdity of the incredibly rich.

 

Watch for Patrick deWitt at Writers Festivals in Fall 2018.

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