“Janet is a connoisseur of loneliness. Each morning she samples the sharp clear cold of waking up alone, savours the dark shadowy notes of another lone evening that tips into endless solitary night. And it’s there, too, of course, that aloneness. Snuggled up in bed right beside her.”
The Invisible Women’s Club is the second novel by British author, Helen Paris. At seventy-two, Janet Pimm has been on her own for quite some time, and she really doesn’t need her neighbour Bev’s charitable chumminess, her invitations to watch the local am-dram troupe churn out another farce.
The thing that gives her most joy is her afternoons at Seaview Allotments. She may not be growing the sort of things her fellow gardeners do: to some her plot looks like it’s full of weeds; but she has an encyclopaedic knowledge of plants from which she is sure they could benefit. “Ever since taking over her plot at Seaview, Janet has tried to share her knowledge with the other allotmenteers, to disperse like pollen the endless possibilities and wonders of plants. Yet despite her best intentions, her efforts always seem to misfire.”
Nor, it seems, is the National Trust interested: her application as a volunteer guide in their gardens is rejected. But the consolation she finds in being among her plants is suddenly threatened: a council warns they have a knotweed invasion in the wildflower corridor abutting the allotments, which may mean that all of the one hundred and twenty plots will be repossessed by council and bulldozed.
The gardeners are anxious, angry, panicky at the idea of losing their refuge, their hobby, the source of food for their Refugee Community Kitchen; some even look at Janet with accusation; chair of their allotment group, Patrice Winston urges calm; legal advice will be sought; the councillor will be met with; a social media campaign will be launched to save their hard work.
But Janet is suspicious, and a quick check shows the knotweed has been recently transplanted. Their large parcel of land is central to town with sea views; Pete Marsh, the newest borough councillor in Hastings has been seen with a wealthy developer. Janet smells a rat.
“But this is just topsoil; Janet needs to dig deeper to find the roots. There will be something she can grab hold of and pull. She just needs to find the correct place to foot the spade.” (Janet does tend to think in gardening terms).
To fight this, she’s going to need proof. She turns to her formidable colleague from her time at GCHQ, Glynis Hatchwell, now retired in Windermere, but hungry, Janet can tell, for distraction. Janet’s day trip to the Lake District to brief Glynis doesn’t quite go as planned…
What a marvellous tale Paris gives the reader! Not just a David and Goliath story pitting gardeners against developers, but also one that addresses attitudes to older women, and to menopause, and champions the mental and physical health benefits of working an allotment.
Janet is an interesting protagonist, a woman carrying guilt and regret who find courage and friendship in the fight for her little plot. Paris gives her an appealing support cast: some quirky but most well-intentioned. Paris includes plenty of laugh-out-loud moments, and a few lump-in-the-throat ones, in this truly heart-warming and uplifting read.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by NetGalley and Random House UK/Doubleday.