Since I was introduced to the wonderful world of Mary Westmacott by my Best Friend, I have always enjoyed reading her books, which of course made me, determined and want to read all six of her works. What is extremely delightful is the fact that a writer who wrote such intelligent and thrilling crime novels could also write such lovely books on human relationships. Everyone usually talks about how amazing a writer Agatha Christie was and that she is even today considered the Queen of Crime Fiction but hardly anyone ever talks about her Mary Westmacott novels and more is the pity as the readers don’t know what they are missing out on.
Her Mary Westmacott novels display her deep understanding of human nature. I think she would put even Freud to shame! What is most amazing in her novels is the fact that everything is grey with a capital G. There is no black and there is certainly no white. Morality is a matter of interpretation, as are matters of right and wrong.
This particular book deals with love, the various shades of love and how sometimes too much of love can also be a burden. In Shirley and Laura’s relationship we see the burden of love that Shirley has to carry as her sister smothers her with too much of love. While Shirley is further burdened by Richard’s love and Llewellyn feels the burden of God’s love and finally Laura starts feeling the weight of love for the first time. It is interesting to also see how Westmacott also tries to grapple with the eternal question of ‘How much is too much?’ Is it alright for someone to ‘interfere’ in a loved one’s life to the point of changing the course of their life? How can someone be a bystander when one’s loved one is not taking the right decisions, but the question is what are the ‘right’ decisions? ‘Right’ according to whom? Do we have the right to decide for the ones we love, what is right and wrong for them?
It is quite wonderful to see that Westmacott realizes that there are no easy answers to these questions and, that human relationships are extremely complicated and intricate and well, Grey. However, much as I enjoyed reading the novel and the questions it raised, I did not particularly enjoy a few things. The first being that I did not quite understand why she had to put in the character of Llewellyn in the novel. When the part on Llewellyn started, it seemed as if I was reading another book altogether, it seemed entirely disjunct and unnecessary from the rest of the novel. What was more unnecessary was to give a fairy tale ending to Laura. It seemed pretty melodramatic and soap- operatic (sic) to me. Sure, someone can have a ‘second sight ‘and have a clear vision as to who he/she loves but that does not mean the object of affection shall understand this kind of love or else respond in the first meeting itself. Suddenly the nun-like figure of Laura is transformed suddenly in to this lipstick wielding ‘Fatal Apple’ Laura.
Another contention that I have with the novel is the fact that it becomes a little too ‘action-packed’ (for lack of a better word) after the first part of the novel. Mary Westmacott’s novels are supposed to be an interrogation inside the inner recesses of the mind and are a journey into the deeper psychological processes of humans, case in point being her novel – Absent in the Spring. This deeper interrogation of the human psyche, as it were, is missing in this novel to such an extent and that is a tad disappointing as this is the defining point of her Westmacott novels and to have it missing in this novel was a definite letdown. We get to know more about what the main protagonists of the novel – Shirley and Laura are ‘doing’ rather than ‘thinking’. We don’t get a very clear picture of Laura and Shirley, as the novel is overcrowded with too many characters and that is why I have a particular grudge against the character of Llewellyn. Instead of giving us Llewellyn’s story etc. we as readers would have preferred to know more about the two sisters. Westmacott’s novels are always about the inner journey of the characters rather than their physical journeys which is sadly missing in this novel to a large extent.
A word here about the racism in the book. I love Mary Westmacott dearly and she has been and always will be one of my favourite authors, however, one cannot be blind to a writer’s faults. I never noticed her racism until I read this book. I quote (pgs. 133-136) ‘It had none of the exotic languor of the tropics.’ ‘There would be poverty here, and pain, and the various ills of the flesh,’ ‘The girls were beautiful with a proud dark beauty that would probably not outlast youth.’
I guess it is some Caribbean island that Westmacott seems to have described in the book; however the way she has described not only the place but the natives gives her away. The island and the inhabitants are clearly the ‘Other’ and the ‘East’ with all the stereotypical trappings of being not only exotic and sensual but also lazy and poor. Well, that made me obviously angry and upset that I have finally realized that (one of) my favourite author can also be a ‘mild’ racist, if ever there was a term for this. Food for thought.
If one casts that aside, then I must say it is an enjoyable read and it deserves four stars for it simply being a Mary Westmacott novel.p