I adored the BBC's 1990s TV series The House of Eliott, co-created by actresses Jean Marsh and Eileen Atkins. The hugely successful series ended abruptly after three years, when the BBC, displaying their usual arrogance with regard to their treatment of writers and audiences alike, decided to cancel the fourth series. Infuriatingly, we never found out, what happened to Beatrice and Evangeline Eliott, after the successful launch of their high-fashion emporium and never got to see the outcome of the important steps they were going to take to untangle their complicated love lives.
The book version only allows us to see what was covered by Series One. Sadly, the book is not that well written and I found it quite inferior to the well-scripted TV series. What irritated me the most was that Jean Marsh felt it necessary to add Jackie Collins-style sex scenes to show us what a passionate, and emotionally misguided, creature Evie Eliott really is.
It jars on eye and mind, and somehow derails the image Marsh tries to built up throughout the book for the younger of the two sisters. Here Evie is little more than a sexual play-thing for men. She was so much more in the TV series! Because the sex scenes are creepy, not sexy, we are left with a very negative impression of Evie, namely that she's a masochist, something the TV series certainly didn't convey.
On screen, we saw a young woman exploring her sexuality and sexual freedom, and while her choice of men was always disastrous, her "experimenting" was convincing and realistically portrayed; most young women go through the "must have that bad boy" phase when they're 20. One could relate to Evie on that score in the TV series, but not at all in the book, where Evie allows men to humiliate her both physically and psychologically at every turn. This doesn't ring true from a character who is earlier on portrayed as a quite spoiled and selfish person, somebody apt to please herself rather than think of others, despite her involvement with Miss Maddox's charity for the poor.
Another problem with the book version is that Jean Marsh is obviously so used to dealing with scripts and seeing action physically played out, she forgets to correctly tag her dialogue for readers. At times, one is really confused as to who has just said what to whom. She also tends to jump into the heads of her protagonists from one sentence to the next, like an omniscient god-like creature, something that began to grate on me quite early on in the book.
The other problem, for both the TV version and the book, is that both cousin Arthur and the girls' father are 2-dimensional villains. They have no redeeming features whatsoever, which makes them far less credible, especially in the fairly narrow social circles that the Eliotts would have enjoyed after WWI. It seems utterly incredible that a 30-year-old woman like Beatrice should never have had an inkling or heard a rumour about her father and cousin's involvement in illegal and very unsavoury dealings.
The sisters may have led a very sheltered life, but such things have a habit of getting back to family via unexpected sources, gossiping trades people, next door's servants, patients visiting Doctor Eliott's surgery. Although we are given a brief glimpse of this, when Bea remembers a young man she quite liked, but who broke off the blossoming relationship rather abruptly, the elder of the two Eliott sisters seems to have closed her eyes, ears and mind to what was going on under her very nose.
The plot: Two sisters, the 30-year-old Beatrice, and her 20-year-old sister Evangeline Eliott find themselves left penniless by their cruel father. He has led a double life, foolishly squandering his own money and his wife's, leaving their two daughters without the means to support themselves upon his unexpected death.
Over time, the sisters find out what a truly cruel man he was. Gradually, more and more is revealed of his villainy. At first, the sisters are at a loss of how to earn a living, but they are determined to keep their creepy cousin Arthur and their horrible aunt Lydia out of their lives, now that they have finally found a degree of freedom from male dominance.
Having tried being a dancer for hire and having been forced to take on the odious Crawleys as lodgers, the sisters eventually hit on the idea of starting their own fashion house. Both are talented designers, creating dazzling frocks for all occasions. Above all, they are not averse to hard work and taking risks.
It is rare to find anything on TV that depicts the lives of successful and inspirational women, so when I started watching The House of Eliott, I especially liked the fact that both Bea and Evie were such complex characters and had such turbulent relationships with those around them, men and women. Some of that is lost in this book, because Jean Marsh's writing skills are simply not up to the task. Having said that, it is an entertaining read and in the absence of a fourth series, it's a reminder of how good the TV show really was. Even if Jennifer Saunders and Dawn French thought they had to lampoon it.