I did not like this book.
This is the second book (Fingersmith being the first) in our reading list which appears to have got at least half its ideas from Wilkie Collins. Perhaps if I had never heard of, or never read, Wilkie Collins, I would have enjoyed this book, but since I have heard of him, and The Woman in White, and the Moonstone are favourites of mine, and since The American Boy is (in my opinion) so inferior to either one of these, I found the book irritating in the extreme.
"An enthralling read from start to finish," promises the Times, according to the front cover. I remained unenthralled. In fact, the major entertainment value of the book for me was spotting Wilkiecollinsisms, and shaking my head over what had been done to them. Compare and contrast:
(The Woman in White)
Walter Hartright (music teacher) comes into a house where there are two women, Marion Halcombe and Laura Fairlie. He admires Marion for her intelligence, but loves Laura Fairlie unconditionally.
(The American Boy)
Tom Shield (tutor) comes into a house where there are two women, Flora Carswall and Sophia Frant. He lusts after them both. He enjoys a sex-show staged by the manipulative Flora, and appears to have a bonk with Sophie while everyone else is out.
Sordid.
(The Woman in White)
Count Fosco, the arch-villain is a fascinating and complex character. Evil, yet charming. A grand fraudster, yet somehow honest in his depravity.
(The American Boy)
Stephen Carswell is just vile.
Sordid.
I found it all rather sordid. It did not seem to me that all the flogging of boys at the beginning, nor the whipping of the mute girl were necessary to the story at all, so I found them merely prurient. The abuse of Flora added very little, might she not simply have been a chip off the old block? The affair of Frant/Mrs Johnson, Mrs Johnson being dressed in men's clothing? Why did Harmwell have to be black, unless it was just an excuse for the frequent use of the word "nigger"? What were all these convolutions of the plot for? The plot was so overloaded, I could barely follow the threads. By the time Shield met Harmwell for the second time, I'd forgotten there was a first time, and as for the Ayez-peur parrot, I neither knew nor cared where that had come into the story previously. I longed for the simple and pure motive for the crime of The Woman in White – money!
I thought the characterisation was very weak. I couldn't credit Flora and Sophie falling for Shield because he was so colourless, so passive. There weren't really any characters who rang very true to me and some of them, such as the honest lawyer, Rowsell, were mere caricatures.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I reached the end of this book and then found I had to waffle through more pages, telling us what a big influence Noddy was (pretentious crap!), what the author had for breakfast and his inside leg measurement. It was slightly interesting that the author had to keep looking in a dictionary to see whether certain words and phrases fitted the time period. I actually did the same when Flora said "Tell it to the Marines", and found out the expression was first used in the 1600s.
The most interesting part of the book was the epilogue at the end, which told us something about the mystery surrounding the death of Edgar Allan Poe. I am interested in finding out more about this, but so far as this book was concerned, despite being like the pintle of a hinge, and the still point around which the whole business revolved, the American Boy was just part of the scenery.
I didn't think this book succeeded either as credible historical fiction or as a murder mystery, and I didn't much enjoy reading it, but that is not to say that I think Taylor is a bad writer. On the contrary, I saw much evidence that he is a good writer, so it is sad to see him wasting his talent trying to emulate what was done better a century and a half ago. I gather his next book is about the future, so maybe then we will hear his own voice.