I'll be honest, this is not Madeleine L’Engle’s best work. However, even a second-rate L’Engle story is a treat. This one is rather an odd bird—part a story of an angsty teenager trying to find her place in life; part political thriller; part Antarctic travelogue with a strong theme of environmental preservation. (Also literal odd birds: lots and lots of penguins.) Despite some plot weaknesses, I turned the final page with a sigh of content.
'Troubling a Star' got off to a slow start, but a few chapters in began to develop a taut suspense that was sustained through the remainder of the novel. I've always been a fan of stories that start at the end, and L’Engle uses that technique quite effectively here; I spent most of the book trying to puzzle out how Vicky was going to end up stranded on that iceberg. However, I felt that the flash-forwards to the iceberg peppering the story were distracting and frankly unnecessary. They didn't help to advance the plot at all, and broke up the action of the main plotline. I didn't need the frequent reminders of Vicky's plight; it hovered constantly in the back of my mind anyway, and would have been more effective if left there – as per Wilkie Collins' principle, "Make 'em wait.” (That being said, the scene in which she is comforted by whales swimming past her floe was magical, and well worth interrupting the action for.)
The climax, however, was regrettably – er, anticlimactic; not so much that in it was a bad end to the story, but rather that it happened too quickly, with many crucial plot points explained away almost as an afterthought. Since so much of the bulk of the novel was devoted to building up the tension as Vicky meanders unsuspectingly toward her fate, I was rather disappointed by how abruptly the tension was resolved and dispelled. The final conversation between Vicky and poor old Otto was heartrending, though: L’Engle at her finest.
I've fallen in love with the voice of L’Engle in her mode as mythmaker, philosopher, and poet; murder mystery/ spy thriller mode was a surprise to me, coming from her. Not that there isn't a fair share of introspection in this book as well. Though the majority of the action involves the dangerous international conspiracy our naive heroine inadvertently becomes mixed up in, the troubles occupying the attention of Vicky Austen herself are much more domestic and down-to-earth. She is concerned about preserving the environment and social justice--and equally concerned about what to be when she grows up, sibling conflicts with her popular younger sister, and first love. This is not to say that she is shallow or self-centered: merely human. And is exactly this quality of frank, candid human-ness that makes L’Engle’s characters so relatable, her stories so dear to her readers’ hearts. The real subject of all L’Engle’s works, regardless of setting or genre, is what it really means to be a member of this flawed, childish, bumbling race. And her vision of the human situation is in the end an uplifting one.