This is the story of a house and three people intricately bound to each other, and to the house itself, by a mesh of memories and remembered passion, stretching far back into the past...
I have to say, this was a perfect summer read! It's absorbing, wistfully lovely, not overly dense or complex. And yet, there's real substance to it. Every glance, every breath, every gust of wind in this novel has meaning.
I said in the comment section that I liked yet disliked Sarton's writing...but I couldn't articulate why. Well, I think I've figured it out:
The narrative, though resonant, hovers in a place that's uncomfortable for me...a place between intimacy and solitude. The characters buzz around each other, and Sarton buzzes around her characters. They never settle. Sarton never comes to rest at a central point of view. Dene's Court, itself, is too broad a theme to create a focal point. Rather, it reinforces this constant, buzzing tension, turned in on itself. There's no contentment in this novel, just a "queer, divine dissatisfaction," as Martha Graham would say.
The three main characters are neither representational nor fully complete unto themselves. Again, Sarton hovers between, buzzing back and forth against those formidable stone walls! For me, it was all a bit...suffocating.
In spite of all that, I recommend this book. As I said in the comment section, there's just...something about it...
"Then painfully, as she had fumbled among her real belongings, she began to try to find her way back across all the hours of flight to something she was carrying with her, which seemed her one real possession, and this was her feeling for Ian. As long as she could find this and hang onto it, whatever happened, she knew that she would remain herself. For what had been frightening was the sense, ever since she had fallen on the terrace steps, that herself was slowly being dispersed or flowing away. Ian, she murmured half aloud. But the queer thing was that she couldn't focus on him; she couldn't see him. She realized with panic that his image was blurred."