Miss Willmott's Ghosts is a sweeping biography of a gardening genius lost from most conscious memory but whose spirit lives in the dozens or more plant species named for her or associated with her.
The book is well researched and includes newly found possessions and writings belonging to Ellen Willmott. Archival and preservation work descriptions are interesting but brief. The author marks each chapter with a brief description of some newly found object and weaves it in to the chapter's focus.
The author makes some pretty compelling interpretations of some of Miss Willmott's most well known eccentricities and gaffes and generally treats Ellen Willmott kindly and gently. At its heart, this is a book about Victorian and Edwardian Royal Courtiers, the upper crust and high society living. Worth the read just for the ridiculously lavish lifestyles of a bygone age - at one point our subject buys a Swiss cabin purported to have hosted Napoleon some decades earlier during one of his campaigns - and moves the whole thing to her estate in England to be used as a boathouse/dress up cottage.
To be honest, I found the author's writing style to be a bit unfocused and shifting often without transition. With so many characters and relationships described, I was confused with the author's ever changing names for subjects, switching between formal and informal names at random. In some places, I felt like the author channeled her socialite subject and was just name dropping, making some scenes feel quite random and not tied to the story or we get what feels like the author's starting off a real corker of a side story to just leave us hanging without any more details.
I'm not always sure why a particular bon mot is important but more often than not, interesting enough to pursue in its own reading. In fact, this book includes so many events and scenes that I have a new reading list of over 30 new plants, places and people featured in the book to last me a year at least.
This is a full retelling of the riches to rags life of Miss Willmott with some educated guesses as to her motives based on new evidence. It spends it's time everywhere and as a result spends less time in her gardens than I would have liked.
I think I read the last few chapters of the book from behind my fingers as Miss Willmott descends into poverty and endures indignity after indignity - truly great cringe worthy reading. At the same time, this woman is laying the foundations of what would later become horticultural schools to include women and some of the first ideas around creating what will be called a garden centre decades later. I wept for the awful decisions she made that lost the only examples of some of the world's rarest plants and loved how she booby trapped her most expensive daffodils from plant thieves.
I would have loved for this book to include a list of plants named for her/with her and I would have loved most if more of Miss Willmott's gardening knowledge was still known.
After reading this book, I acquired some Miss Willmott's Ghost seeds that I'm hoping to grow in her honor.