Have you ever read a book that you absolutely hated -- but at the same time you adored reading it and you couldn't put it down? That's exactly what this YA friendly tale of witchcraft among the English upper classes during World War One was like for me. There were so many ingredients that I savored, and couldn't get enough of -- yet the flavor of the whole thing was a big, silly mess. I'm rating the book five stars, simply because I enjoyed it so much. But to be accurate about my impressions I want to do a split review, five star first and then one star.
FIVE STAR REVIEW: Bram the rugged young artist and beautiful, aristocratic witch Lilith were the most wonderful couple I've seen in a YA novel in a long, long time. I loved how Lilith was so much more powerful than Bram and how he just completely adored her for the very things that set her above him -- her wealth, beauty, class, and of course her enormously powerful knowledge of witchcraft and spells. Every scene they have together is sigh-worthy and I was so, so happy when they got together at long last. At the same time, I've never read a YA type novel where the supporting characters are so rich and vivid. When Bram comes to London, he boards with a very eccentric older man named Mangan -- and Mangan, his wife, his children, and even Mangan's sexy mistress Gudrun are all so real and funny and fascinating that they practically jump off the page. I would have been so, so happy if there had been no witchcraft at all and the whole story had been about Bran's adventures in the art world and if Mangan and Gudrun and their whole gang had been the focus of the story and not the witches and their problems. And that brings me to the next part of my review, the one-star review.
ONE STAR REVIEW: As authentic and meaningful teen romance, this book soars, but as a tale of horror, witchcraft, and macabre goings on it absolutely stinks up the joint. Where else can you see a vicious, deadly villain with supernatural powers prove what a threatening, menacing figure he is by . . . by . . . by wasting a squirrel at some old duke's funeral. That's right, Nicholas Strickland decides that the squirrel disrespected him when it ran by and kicked pine needles all over his blue suede shoes. And so he casts a spell. A mean, bad-ass spell that immediately causes the squirrel to go into cardiac arrest and die. Oh, but there's more! With the instincts of Poe and Lovecraft, Paula Brackston really zeroes in on the squirrel's face as he dies -- she lets us know you can see pain on the squirrel's face. And then fear. And then, I guess, acceptance? But the squirrel is dead. That's her idea of creating a chilling villain. A guy who kills a squirrel. With magic. How did Isaac Hayes put it? That Strickland is one bad -- (shut your mouth) -- I'm talking about Strickland!
Oh, but it doesn't stop with wasting a squirrel to beef up the villain's street cred. Every single thing about the supernatural in this book is either funny or stupid or just not credible. Luscious Lilith the teen queen belongs to the Lazarus Coven, an elite team of swinging upper class witches (male and female) who "serve humanity" by summoning up dead people and asking them random questions about the future of mankind. Okay. So the by-laws of the group apparently say that our yummy heroine *MUST* serve as head, boss, grand poo-bah, and that her silliness, teen girl love affairs, and general goofy goings on must *NEVER* be questioned by the adoring oldsters who live but to serve. In real life the other witches would have voted our teen queen out on her tail the *FIRST* time she bungles a spell. And she bungles a lot of them in this book!
There are so many heavy, heavy themes that Brackston introduces that make Lilith and her pals look silly and childish just when -- especially when -- they are supposed to be Witches With Soul. It was the whole World War One theme that really almost spoiled the book for me. I mean, so many questions are raised and never answered. There's a super dramatic moment when a helpful eight year old ghost fingers the whole coven and shouts "all your boys are gonna DIE!" And that was quite legitimate, I guess. But there's no follow up. If you imagine super powerful witches running all over London in 1914, you have to figure they could do stuff like melt machine guns or evaporate bullets or just put a spell on Kaiser Wilhelm to make him mellow out. At the very least, they could change all the paperwork so their sons all get orders posted to the rear. None of this happens. Instead the story just sputters and starts jumping whole years at a time, as if Paula Brackston just suddenly lost interest in World War One and decided to skip ahead for no reason at all.
I wish I could communicate how laughably stupid the plot was, with mean bad Strickland chasing silly, romantic Lilith all around over some secret elixir or something. And there are adoring ghosts who keep popping up to tell Lilith that she's, you know, an awesome witch! Because the Lazarus witches just don't tell her that often enough. And Bram doesn't adore her enough, except when he's painting her and bowing down before her powers. This girl is such a Mary Sue, and she takes herself so seriously that it's often inadvertently hilarious. "It took the war to awaken me from my privileged slumbers," she announces at one point, with total gravity, just because she's been working so hard doling out soup and bread to the humble, grateful masses. (So, no witch powers to create loaves and fishes? No witch powers to speed up the line or make her aching feet feel better?)
The fact is that magic and witchcraft just don't mix with the horrible realities of machine guns, barbed wire, and mustard gas. You don't see Lilith working spells to end the war, or even ease the suffering of the horribly wounded. No, she spends all her time worrying about whether mean, bad Strickland will steal her elixir. Or something. And agonizing over the ghosts who come to her with their problems. Only it's so funny, she never sees the ghosts of witches who were burned at the stake or torn in pieces by angry Christian mobs. You'd think that would be a thing, yet Paula Brackston never even mentions the fact that Christianity has not always been good for witches. Lilith works side by side with the nuns in the soup kitchen, and her admiration for them never seems to involve any knowledge of the past. Which is all the more annoying, given that Lilith's ONLY job as a witch is to talk to people who lived, you know, centuries ago. When witches got burned by Christians. A lot.
Oh, I cannot end the one-star section without mentioning Lilith's brother Freddy. All my Goodreads friends (and you know who you are) are huge romance novel readers, and we've all talked about how the useless brother is a time-honored romance trope. A good useless brother can highlight the heroine's guts, sass, and strength -- while at the same time pushing her into the hero's arms. Don't worry, none of that happens here. Freddy is the most under-written loser brother ever. He's totally weak and then about halfway through he gets it just like the squirrel. The only good thing is that he's named Freddy, so whenever he's mentioned you can visualize John Cazale in THE GODFATHER PART II and imagine how a real writer might have found the drama here.
FREDDY: I'm your older brother, Lilith, and I was stepped over!
LILITH: That's the way pop wanted it . . . though I'm not sure why.
FREDDY: IT'S NOT HOW I WANTED IT!
Isn't it kind of weird that the Lazarus Coven is co-ed, at a time when women couldn't even vote? And how come, if Lilith's *father* was the old head witch, they pass over the son for the daughter? Fredo deserves respect! And it's not like Lilith overcomes any sexism in this coven -- there just isn't any, because all anyone ever talks about is how totally awesome Lilith is, and how they must, must, be loyal to the young, green, untried girl who crushes on the first non-witch boy who smiles at her. And paints her picture. And worships her. Because really, who doesn't?
If you think about this stuff, you'll find that THE MIDNIGHT WITCH is a one-star read that drives you crazy. But if you just enjoy the love story, it's five-star YA fiction at it's best.