This was a bit of a disappointment. It should have been right up my alley, being a Georgian-era romance set amidst the silk-weaving trade, so some fascinating historical details to go along with the romance, right? But this line from the blurb hints at the problem: ‘a time of religious persecution, mass migration, racial tension and wage riots, and ideas of what was considered 'proper' for women’. That’s a lot of social history to squeeze into what is, at bottom, a fluffy, cross-class romance, and it was heavy enough to suffocate any life in the characters.
Here’s the premise: Anna Butterfield is the daughter of a country clergyman, sent to London after her mother’s death to live with her aunt and uncle, who is a silk mercer (merchant). They have undertaken to introduce her into society with the idea of finding her a rich husband to help support her father and sister back in Suffolk, her father having been impoverished by paying doctor’s fees during the mother’s long illness. A lot of the early part of the book is taken up with fitting Anna out in fashionable clothes, and spelling out what is expected of a demure young lady in London society, but it soon becomes clear that ‘introducing her to society’ means visiting one family, also in the silk trade, who have a son of marriageable age. He is surprisingly willing to go along with this scheme, and it’s clear there is prior agreement between the families, so I expected there to be some kind of business deal hingeing on the marriage, but this was never clarified, and the son’s motives for marrying remain murky.
As a contrast with the wealthy but unappealing son, there’s the rather idealised character of Henri, a journeyman silk weaver and French immigrant, who comes to Anna’s aid on her first day in London, and who rapidly and implausibly becomes her love interest. Anna is shown as hovering uneasily between the wealthy world of the silk mercers, and the much lower class world of the silk weavers, who are portrayed as the downtrodden workers fighting for better pay. Anna, as is all too common in historical romance, displays very twenty-first century sensibilities, and sides with the workers, even though her father, as a clergyman, is solidly upper middle class.
The historical aspects of the era that the author has researched deeply are interesting, even if much of this information is dumped on the reader’s head in a fairly dull way. There’s a reason why critics advise authors to show, not tell; there was far too much telling going on here, and much of the worthy attempt to explain the unrest at the time happens off-stage, no doubt because of the need to keep our hero Henri squeaky clean. In other areas, the author displays a lack of awareness of Georgian culture. No afternoon tea, no uniformed maids (the horror! Only footmen in the drawing room, please), and the polka wasn’t introduced for another couple of generations. I was uneasy that the marriageable son invited Anna to a ball; I’d have expected her to go everywhere with her own family to chaperon her, not be tagging along with barely-known acquaintances. And Anna seems to find ways to wander about London more or less on her own, as well as bumping into kindly celebrities at every verse end.
On the whole, this book was an easy read but rather dull. None of the characters came to life, and the fairytale ending was, on the whole, pretty silly. But there was one part of the book where it suddenly sparked into life, where Anna returned to her village home at the back of beyond. It seemed to me that there was real affection there - between the characters, and for the village itself and Anna’s family. It had a real sense of place which the city scenes, for all their descriptive colour, never quite managed. I’d have liked more of that. Not a bad book, but for me a little lifeless and flat. Four stars.