Wonderful Women: The Lost Letters of Rose Carey
Today I finished an advanced reader copy of The Lost Letters of Rose Carey, kindly sent to me by Simon & Schuster and the talented historical fiction writer, Julie Bennett.
In 2022, I read Julie’s debut novel The Understudy, and she impressed me then, with her ability to bring to life the Sydney Opera House scene of the 1970s. Equally, the way she created exciting, romantic characters facing challenging situations, whom the reader found fascinating.
For me, the satisfaction to be found in her second book is the way she writes her women heroes. Depicted in a clever dual narrative, the two protagonists exude loyalty, determination, passion and that old-fashioned trait hardly ever heard of anymore — called ‘pluck.’ The likeability of both Emma (2024) and Rose (1923), in part is due to the way Bennett’s juxtaposed such differing personalities. But it’s also in the way she’s remained true to how the values and perspectives of two entirely different centuries shaped the individual.
The character Rose is based on Australian woman Annette Kellerman, Hollywood actress, swimmer, performing artist and entrepreneur (think of an early Esther Williams). Naturally, I had to google Kellerman, and I was genuinely surprised. Who knew? Annette was gorgeous and daring and I can see why Bennett wanted to write a novel centred around her escapades.
In contrast to Rose’s glamour, Emma is ‘a bit of a greenie’ with a strong sense of insecurity. She’s a videographer, whose wife is trying to fall pregnant through IVF. On the morning that she waits to hear if Lauren’s IVF procedure was successful, Emma is filming in The Carrington Hotel, in Katoomba. She stumbles across lost letters, film reels and photographs of Rose, from nearly 100 years ago. In the letters she discovers clues to a secret.
Emma’s inner dialogue is written convincingly, and elicits sympathy, ‘I spend my lunch time aimlessly wandering the corridors. I haven’t found the courage yet to ring Lauren… I should have texted right away but I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know how to comfort her.’
For Rose, too, we feel some empathy. Surrounded by people she doesn’t necessarily trust, anxious to get her show back on the road, haunted by a mystery accident, she is all colour and movement with a hidden kernel of vulnerability masked by beauty and courage, ‘It hadn’t been a rumour, it had been a very public outing. A scandal I suppose. All I can say in my defence is that I’d had no idea Tom Jackson, my refreshingly ordinary lover, was married…’
To me, no expert on 1920s Sydney life, it certainly feels like Bennett’s research is thorough. Absolutely, the settings feel believable. I also love, that part of the book is based in the Blue Mountains where I once lived. The Carrington, in all its stained-glass grandeur, and curving staircases, is absolutely worth a visit. Worth mentioning too is the structure and the way ‘Lost Letters’ comes full circle. The mystery that spins at the centre of the plot kept me guessing right up to the final pages.
This was an entertaining, and delightful read, that shifted me away from the everyday. Brava Julie Bennett! Thank you for a book that taught me interesting aspects about my own country, absolutely enthralling me along the way. Your women are a triumph!