Fancy was just about fanciable.
More of a constant maddening bickerfest. Although one could tell it was sexual frustration that was driving him and the need for independence and respect from her side. Still it went on and on…
I could still empathize with her reasons (despite her overdone fire-spitting), but he was like a mean immature schoolroom bully who wanted something bad and misbehaved when he couldn’t get it.
The h dances at the local dancehall to earn enough money to go to SFO for a better life. The not-very-likable H, the owner of the lumber camp, propositions her and gets a slap for his efforts. In his defence, how's he to know that such sterling purity can co-exist with so much dross! By ‘romance-land’ coincidence, the H’s newly orphaned nephew turns out to her nephew as well, so they start living together (but not that together-at least not just then ) to make a home for him and the h’s mentally challenged cousin. The sparks turn to unrelenting fire and fury!
Unlike many books, this book’s middling chapters were actually its saving grace. For more than 8-9 chapters, I plodded on because of the reviews but my mood was no less snarky and frustrated than that of the H.
For one, despite the author waxing lyrical about the open mountain country, all I could envision was the claustrophobic setting of a small lumber camp with everyone living in each other’s pockets – the living quarters, cookhouse, school, dancehall/whorehouse all within shouting and interfering distance. Also the suggestion of so much intra-community sex made me uncomfortable.
Then I had a problem with the concept of this dance hall itself. I just couldn’t conceive hard working lumbermen wasting money to dance with the girls till daylight – every night. Drinking and whoring I can comprehend especially as most girls were offering just that, but dancing the night away - daily? I don't know why I worried about their rest, but I wanted them to toddle off home after the visits to the girls' rooms!
But then the book picks up and I could see the appeal of Fancy. The mystery was intriguing enough but I couldn’t credit how one woman could wreak such havoc and not get seen or caught – for months. The mysterious om was charming and rakish. The ow was suitably evil and man-hungry (I never can concur with the description of prostitutes as some kind of nymphos!). Also, while on the topic, I’ve realized Norah Hess’ Hs are lead by their head – and not the one aka cranium!
The third part limped along fairly okay but the h/H held onto their pride/positions till the bitter end. Still some fairly angsty bits and engrossing segments lift it just above a 3.
ETA -
Oh and the irony!
For the whole book, the h rages and wages a war that she will not be his whore. But in the final scene, her thoughts are thus…. few married women acted the whore for their husbands…. they didn't know what they were missing.
Sexual equality seems farfetched if a woman has to be labelled a whore just because she gets raunchy and happy in the bedroom.