This is a book that might appeal to British readers more than to North American ones. There are a few interesting details in it (that I’ll describe shortly) but mainly it is a long, drawn out melodrama hyped as a mystery. When I got to the detailed porn scene, I almost stopped. Instead I skipped quickly through the rest.
It describes a wealthy merchant household during the late 1890s, which I couldn’t relate to at all. (During that period , my ancestors were attempting to exist on ramshackle farms in Saskatchewan.) The “heroine”, Constance is so gullible that I couldn’t imagine someone like her existing. All the other characters are also despicable, except Constance’s mother, who stays in the background, supporting Constance.
Constance is accused of the murder of her husband, an arsenic eater. And the fact that wealthy men at the end of the century actually ingested arsenic in order to increase their sexual prowess is something I wasn’t aware of (although both my son and grandson were, and generally my historical knowledge is superior to theirs). I wish more of the story had been devoted to facts like this and less to romance and melodrama.
The novel also highlights the misogyny that was rife during the Victorian era—not a surprise to me, although I was amazed that wealthy women were treated little better than slaves in England during this time period. Yes, even in the 1960s, women were tied financially to their husbands—I remember trying to get my first credit card in my name—but most women, including my mother, had more say over the family finances than did Constance. For this reason, I simply can’t believe that a Constance existed. I guess there were a few such hapless women, but even among the lower middle-class, women had more power than portrayed in this novel, at least in North America. Constance was an aberration, I believe, not a typical upper-class woman; she was incredibly dense.
In my opinion, this book moves too slowly, has too many unnecessary details, and is relevant only to a very small segment of British society. I don’t recommend it.