I quite enjoyed Earthly Joys, being from a male perspective (Gregory's characters are usually female) and with so much about the gardening trade and history of the time, it was a refreshing and interesting change. I expected to like this sequel equally (or maybe even more, for the main character surely goes off to Virginia; exciting!)
Nope. It was dull as dishwater. I was hopeful in the first third. Disappointed in the second third. Bored as hell in the third third. The dealings of Charles I and then the Commonwealth are interesting historically, but they were just laid out so blandly in the book. There were chunks of text that made me feel like I was at school, which is unusual with Gregory. I don't find the time period or even academic chunks of text dull in general, but the way the bland facts were interspersed rather heavily with the listless human drama really look the shine off them.
The book didn't seem to know where it wanted to go either. SPOILERS AHEAD.
First J (John's son and now main protagonist) is in Virginia, having a very interesting time with an underage native girl. I was hoping he'd stay there quite a bit longer or there'd be more about the Powhatan tribe, but needs must when the devil vomits in your kettle; after a month's romp in the jungle wearing nothing but a deer-hide thong J has to return home.
When he gets there he finds his father is dead (and does not seem massively bothered) and some strange woman he's never met living in his house and looking after his kids. Not wanting to love another woman (even though he's sworn his hand to the 13 year old Powhatan girl in Virginia) he decides that for the good of the kids they can marry.
Poor Hester, for some reason, can't resist J's charms and falls for him, despite their marriage being only for convenience. J doesn't seem to feel the same way for a while, though he also has no intention of going back to claim his child fiancee. Smooth move, J.
Meanwhile the Kingdom is falling apart, Charles is stirring his mess, and the people and parliament are rising up against him. Despite the sense of bravery and duty his father has tried to instil in him for some hundreds of pages in the previous book, J decides he's had enough of it and he's going to run away and live in Virginia. He asks Hester and the kids to come with him, suddenly deciding they're now important, but they refuse. No one needs scurvy, the flux, starvation or to be scalped by an Native American added to their list of woes, I guess.
Being the nice, considerate man he is, J leaves anyway. When in Virginia he makes a hash of trying to build his own house and live off the land. He's pretty godamned bad at it. So bad that the watching Powhatans (his discarded teen love included) covertly bring him food (which he promptly soils himself with).
In despair and destitution J makes some sort of mad venture in a canoe and wakes up in the Powahatan village. The natives scorn him for being, frankly, disgusting, but eventually he wins some of them to his side, including his much-jilted lady, Suckahannah. She admits she still loves him and gives her mighty, bare chested adonis husband the boot.
J learns the Powhatan ways and becomes a brave, with the unlikely name of Eagle. He lives in some sort of sexy utopia where he does nothing but screw, farm and hunt. I feel this guy is getting off lightly whilst his estranged English wife is solely providing for their children back in war-torn England.
The Powhatan, not feeling too kindly about the white man pushing them back day by day on their own land, mount a war band against the bulk of the Virginian settlers. Unable to attack his own people (even though he's sworn that the Powahatan are his people) he chickens out and is thus looked upon in great shame. So not only can he not remain faithful to a woman, or look after his children, he is also useless to both nations as he can't make up his mind who he is for.
The Virginians, having fortifications, hunting dogs, muskets, and not much else to do, launch a pursuit of the Powhatan, driving them into swamp lands.
Unimpressed with her husband's turncoat ways, Suckahannah wants nothing to do with him. Treated as a sort of bumbling clown, J decides he's had enough and forsakes the natives to go home. Because that's just his way.
We keep thinking J may go back to Virginia. That we may hear more of the brave Suckahannah, her wily children, and her buff and raven haired ex. Instead we're treated to umpteen pages of historical misdeeds blockily put down in between Johnnie's (J's son) caterwauling about supporting the crown and blistering to be off at war.
Johnnie gets his wish and comes back with a bitchin' scar. Frances, J's other kid, is now a fair maiden and marries their ageing family friend. Hester continues to pine in plain-faced silence. There's no spark between her and J for the rest of the book. By this point I didn't care.
The king gets the chop and Cromwell sets himself up as leader. Yep, yep, that's all well and good, but do we have to have 'this war, that war,' for the rest of the book without really checking in much on the intricacies of the characters anymore? I love history, but I've got to be honest, that's not my main reason for reading this books - the characters are.
Sick of living in a world where he feels justice is turned upside down, Johnnie, in a rather over-dramatic turn of events, drowns himself in the lake behind the family house.
Gutted, J returns to Virginia to see what has become of his abandoned 'people', only to learn his ex wife and super-fine native friend are dead, and the Powhatan are generally locked up inside what we would think now as a rather poor 'reservation'.
Unable to think of any way to help them, he just leaves. Thanks for rounding that off with a resounding THUMP.
Back at home there's some more political uprising and the King, New King Charles II, comes back to the throne. There's quite a bit of dithering with the main characters in between these political events again, mostly complaining loudly at each other. Poor old uncle dies, leaving Frances a widow. Perhaps a handsome suitor will come? Nope, there's no time. There's only time for a decidedly rushed and shoddy ending which left me feel empty inside and not at all bothered as to how the main characters may end up in the future. Guh.
I normally like Gregory's books. They're escapes. Sensationalist and sultry, but with a nice smattering of historical realism to back it up. And usually the balance of interesting characters and history is well done. They're not quite bodice rippers, these yarns, and they're not academic essays - but they grip you nonetheless. Its a shame this one has faltered so badly for me.