9 chapters
243 pages
I wasn’t sure how I’d like this book, but I decided to give it a try anyway (my junior-high English teacher, Mr. Phillips, encouraged us to expand our literary repertoires/horizons).
So I read it. Ugh. What a wretched story. The hero (a Gaelic name spelled “Laeghaire” but pronounced “Lear”) was a wretch himself—and I was rooting for the creep to die! The guy was a scoundrel, using the heroine only for sex, sleeping with another woman, and loving only himself and murder. (If I didn’t already have a warm regard for and generally like and esteem the Irish, this book would’ve had me positively loathing them because, yes, the “hero” was Irish—and he sucked!)
As to the novel, I didn’t much enjoy the authoress’s (Cecelia Holland) style of writing. It felt too unnatural, a sort of badump-badump-badump rhythm as if it were, “See Dick run. Dick ran fast. Dick ran so fast he lost his footing and fell down and laughed instead of cried.” Almost as that—and, for one born, reared, and educated in America (as I believe she was), she has about as good a relationship with commas as the Brits (meaning, she doesn’t use them often or, if used, not well, not in the right places to keep the cadence, the rhythm of the story going properly). I don’t pretend to be a punctuating genius, though, but it just didn’t flow well for me.
If I were asked: “Is this worth the read?”—my answer would be “no.” I’ll admit I didn’t really read it (I skimmed it in a great many places because I don’t like to read fighting scenes with men on horses—I don’t like to read about the horses getting hurt and how (I made the mistake of reading about Jeremy Poldark’s end in the battle sequence of Waterloo, I believe, and read what fate befell a horse(s) in that story—and no thank you to another horse-battle scene ever again!)), but I read most of it and what I read just didn’t make sense in places. There were references to things between Laeghaire and another character, say, that weren’t explained, as if I, the reader, should know enough about 1066 A.D. that I should catch the subtleties of the time. Well, I knew nothing of William the Conqueror (it’s why I read this book, to learn in novel form—Miss Holland’s supposed to be “an original novelist of great strength and power” and know about the history of the event) and didn’t get some aspects of conversations. Other times, I did get it and thought the conversation was dry or a joke (or what have you) flat, dull. But it could all hinge on the fact that I hated the hero and wasn’t fond of the heroine, Hilde (simply because she was a dope for letting Laeghaire use her).
So, of course, I don’t recommend the story. It didn’t have enough “good parts” to make up for the appalling quantity of “bad or dull parts.” As I said, I ended up wanting Laeghaire to be killed in battle so that silly Hilde would be free of him (it would have been for her own good). And what happens? The man survives the final battle—and dumps her anyway, knowing she’s carrying yet another one of his children! He even goes so far as to tell her, point-blank, he never loved her and then pawns her off on a lesser character! Truly, the man was a cad and a heel.
Grade: Pass (doesn't deserve even one star!)