“You, my readers, may deem this a rather far-fetched episode in the story; you may deem it next to impossible that any woman should be so ridiculously foolish, or could be so imposed upon; but I am only relating to you the strict truth.“
From time to time, the narrator deems it necessary thus to solicit her readers into following her over all the various plot twists, deus ex machina solutions, and into the eddies of amusing, yet exaggerated side-plots, and as Dickens did now and then, when you do have to rely on coincidence and serendipity in order to keep your plot-lines from drifting apart and eventually ending in the middle of nowhere, she makes a virtue of necessity by referring to the Whisperings of Fate or the Dabblings (and Babblings) of Destiny, as when her protagonist Lionel Verner incidentally steps on board a ship where he finds another clue as to the mystery he is trying to unravel, and our narrator, probably bashful about the strain she puts on the readers‘ credulity, lisps,
“Does anything in this world happen by chance? What secret unknown impulse could have sent Lionel Verner on board that steamer?“
You may feel tempted to say that it was the secret impulse on the writer’s part to keep her story afloat and to throw in some hints she was at a loss to introduce in any other way. Of course, I know that real life is often full of coincidences – but fiction ought to be superior to real life, not only in beauty, but also in its independence from such cheap tricks.
Strangely, though, when coincidences come in abundance, as in this novel, they have their own charm and make for a pleasant reading experience, and so I’ll stop grumbling – for the time being.
The novel, by the way, is Verner’s Pride, and the author is Ellen Wood, who was born in 1814 and married the businessman Henry Wood, with whom she moved to the South of France, where he was active in the shipping and banking trade. In the mid-fifties, however, her husband went bankrupt, and it was then that Ellen Wood started novel-writing, as a means of paying the family’s bills. It happened that novel-writing was a thing Wood was an extremely dab hand at so that she turned out more than 30 rather long novels, and while she is not very well-known any more today, her fame was bright and shining in her own day, especially in the United States and in Australia. Judging her from Verner’s Pride, it is quite understandable that people should have loved reading „Mrs. Henry Wood“, as she styled herself, because in this novel, she shows great skill at creating a complete microcosm of characters and places, and although – in comparison to Dickens, let’s say – her writing style is rather commonplace – there’s none of the originality and prose-poetry of Dickens in her sentences –, she is extremely good at creating characters that interest the reader, and also at weaving a plot that successfully uses conflict and mystery to make us want to go on and start the next chapter.
To put the novel into a nutshell: After the mysterious death of a young servant in the little town of Deerham, Stephen Verner, the owner of Verner’s Pride, suspects his nephew Lionel Verner, hitherto the designated heir to the family place, of having “ruined“ the poor girl, and so he wants to bequeath his property to the two sons of his second wife – stepsons to him. Later, however, he bethinks himself and adds a codicil to his will in which Lionel is re-established into his old rights, but when Stephen dies, the codicil is missing. Oh dear, oh dear! Someone must have had their hand in this!
The ensuing story is full of turns and twists, but Wood also dedicates a lot of time to creating lovable and odious characters. Our protagonist Lionel may be a bit stiff and boring what with his infallible sense of honour, his stickling for decorum and his good looks, but there are lots of characters to make up for him – for example his brother, the plainspoken and pragmatic Jan, who is a doctor that treats the poor and the rich alike – namely as best he can –, or Jan’s factotum (actually his facnihil), the voracious and self-centred Master Cheese, the resolute Mrs. Duff, the obnoxiously self-willed and empty-headed Sybilla West and her two spinster sisters Deb and Amilly, who have hearts of gold, the happy-go-lucky John Massingbird, who is but a boy in a man’s disguise, and the kind-hearted Lucy Tempest. Some chapters into the book, you’ll actually have the impression that these people are next-door neighbours to you, and you will feel a little bit sorry for parting with them, although the end is a little bit protracted after all the mysteries are solved.
This novel entertained me a lot but it also left me wondering how fully-grown men depended on the whims and wiles of testators for their future and their livelihood – even though, if I’m not mistaken, most large properties were entailed so that the family fortune could not be squandered by one rotten apple on the glorious family apple tree nor willed away on a whim. Everything had to be in apple-pie-order, but somehow or other, this was not the case with the Verners, and that’s good because otherwise we couldn’t enjoy this Victorian gem of a novel now.