The long-awaited follow-up to The Second Footman A modern take on the nineteenth-century novel, set in 1880s’ France and full of period detail and atmosphere.
Who is Max Fabien? Is he the loyal secretary and faithful lover of the marquis de Miremont? Or a handsome but unscrupulous trickster, who regards lying as an accomplishment and any sexual quarry as fair game?
Miremont’s heart says one thing, his jealousy another. But his obsessive passion for the boy must remain a dark secret—no easy task when his estranged wife and their younger daughter arrive in Paris for a prolonged visit.
Soon the strain begins to tell. The Hôtel de Miremont becomes a hive of gossip, mistrust, intrigue and deceit, and Miremont is faced with an impossible choice.
Meanwhile the grim secrets of Max’s past continue to haunt him. Has the time come for him to claim his not-so-rightful destiny?
That Deplorable Boy is the second book of the Miremont trilogy, charting the course of a gay love affair between an aristocrat and a former servant in late 19th-century France. Rich in period detail and set in the grand châteaux of Paris and Burgundy, the novels explore the suffocating social codes of the time and the conflicts and dangers they bring for those who must live outside them.
4☆ A Slower Paced Evocative Historical Fiction / Romance.
That Deplorable Boy is the second book in the series but carries on from where The Second Footman left off.
I would like to mention just how striking the cover for both of the books in the series are. They definitely capture my attention and I wouldn't walk past them without picking them up.... so a big well done to the Book Cover illustrator.
Again this is a particularly long book which took me a fair amount of time to read and digest, but it's a captivating historical read, of secrets, passion, lovers, intrigue, social stature, coming of age, affairs, deceit and jealousy.
Max and Armand are still very much secret lovers. Max is still working for Armand yet they share such a passionate relationship behind closed doors. However Armand is very obsessive and Jealous of Max's dashingly good looks and charm, he can't help pushing him away with his jealousy.
Things are about to get a whole lot more complicated and secretive as Armand's daughter Juliette and her mother (Armand's ex wife) come to stay with him to help find a worthy suitor for Juliette.
But Juliette has other ideas when she takes an interest in the very dashing and handsome Max, much to Armand's annoyance and jealousy. Juliette's mother is disgraced at her infatuation for Max as he is not worthy of her, if only she knew he was having an illicit and passionate affair with her ex husband.
That Deplorable Boy is a passionate and Compelling story of illicit affairs, secrets and lies. This book does contain M/M sexual relationships/encounters. The characters are a cast of multi-layered, challenging characters, not all are particularly likeable but they are not meant to be. It only adds to the depth of the story. The writing style is fluid, captivating and evocative, which makes for a riveting read.
I recommend reading the books in order so you get to grips with the characters and their stories.
If you enjoy historical fiction set in the 1880s mixed with a passionate complex romance then you will really enjoy this wonderfully enchanting series.
Thank you to Rachel Random Resources for this copy which I reviewed honestly and voluntarily.
The perfect, luxurious escapist summer reading. Every page of this elegant prose is a delight. Can't wait for the third volume describing these wonderfully romantic characters and their scandalous intrigues.
That Deplorable Boy (Miremont Trilogy 2) BY Jasper Barry Matador imprint of Troubador Press, 2018 Five stars
“For there was no denying Armand needed protection, if not from his family, from that other danger – himself.”
Once again, Jasper Barry swept me into his magical, appalling world of France in the late nineteenth century, known to the unthinking French as the Belle Epoque (the beautiful times); but only ‘belle’ if you were rich and shameless and conformed to society’s rules. Throughout this second, deliciously long installment of the Miremont Trilogy, I was once again struck by the Dickensian humor that runs throughout the narrative, coupled with a very gallic darkness that reminded me of the Flaubert and Balzac I loved in university. Of course, the core reason that these two books resonate so deeply with me is the love of Maxim Fabien and Armand de Miremont at their center.
Barry manages to make the complicated emotional entanglement between the Marquis and his erstwhile secretary sing with both joy and anxiety. Max is obsessed with his past – a past from which he was ripped as a child and thus is remembered as a confused morass of fear and pain. Armand, too, is obsessed with his past, but here it is more that he bears the burden of centuries of aristocracy, holding onto his heritage as if it were a fragile treasure he’s afraid to break. Armand is shackled by his overdeveloped sense of who he should be; Max is left unmoored by his uncertainty over who he could be. Both men seek justice and truth in their lives, but, separated by age and class, they have different understandings of what that even means. Neither man has ever really loved anyone before or been truly loved in return. All they have against which to measure each other’s love is the faulty yardstick society holds up for them. What is so brilliant and frustrating is that Max rejects society’s values because he thinks he has nothing to lose but his personal freedom. Armand is so filled with self-loathing over his failed marriage and his unnatural inclinations, that he can’t understand that Max’s most prized possession is his unashamed embrace of his sexual nature. They live in a world where they shouldn’t even be acquaintances, much less lovers. They each see the world from such a radically different perspective that neither man can quite fathom how the other one thinks.
While the first book was entirely from Max and Armand’s viewpoints, Barry introduces a third point of view for a critical moment in the middle of the book: the perspective of Juliette de Miremont, Armand’s younger daughter. It is her arrival in Paris to be launched by her exiled mother into the aristocratic meat market of the Belle Epoque upon which the entire narrative turns. Juliette’s chapters let us see into this very young woman’s heart – even as both her father and his secretary are completely ignorant of what she really thinks and feels – until it’s too late.
I found the entire book emotionally harrowing, but only because I am a romantic sop and always found both Flaubert and Balzac depressing. I love all of Barry’s characters, but Max and Armand most of all. These are men who deserve the joy they seek. They are worthy of everything they desire. Barry keeps the action and the emotional arc both on a razor’s edge almost from the first page, with both Max and Armand, each of them a good compassionate man in his way, tossed about on a sea of domestic intrigue and moral uncertainty until neither one quite knows what he’s supposed to do.
“He was tired of evasion and melodrama: he dreaded the truth for what it might reveal.”
And that is the crux of Max and Armand’s emotional odyssey: battered by social expectations that make no allowance for their happiness, both men must find the courage to face themselves and each other and to finally understand what really matters. They will find help in unexpected places along the way, even as disaster and disgrace lurk around every corner. It is a breathtaking tale, brilliantly told.
No matter how deplorable Max Fabien appears there is something about this deliciously handsome boy which intrigues and captivates, and perhaps, dare I say it, enthrals even more in this second volume of the trilogy which began with The Second Footman.
In That Deplorable Boy we catch up with the Marquis de Miremont and his young lover when they are some years into their clandestine relationship. Miremont is as besotted as ever with his young protégé and yet, there are signs that perhaps Max has had his head, and affections, turned by other more interesting sexual conquests. Overwhelmed with jealousy, Miremont must not only cope with his feelings of rage towards the perfidity of his young lover, but must also contend with the dreaded arrival of his estranged wife and the interference of his elder daughter as Miremont prepares to launch his younger daughter into the maelstrom which masquerades as the crème de la crème of Parisian high society.
The author writes so beautifully that, with the utmost charm, the glory of Belle Époque Paris comes gloriously to life, from the boudoirs and grand salons of the great and the not so good, the story never falters, and there is never a moment when you don’t believe, with absolute conviction, that you are walking along the same streets and boulevards as Max Fabien, tiptoeing in his shadow as he goes about his sometimes shady business. And what a fabulous character he is, this deplorable boy who charms you with a glance and then cuts you down like a knife through butter.
The story is complex, filled with intricate detail of Max and Miremont’s life together and yet, at the same time, there is a real sense of historical authenticity in the way that the places, the people and the era blend together so seamlessly. There is no doubt that from the tip of its glorious cover, to the very last word, That Deplorable Boy is every bit as good as I knew it would be.
If you haven't caught up with this trilogy, then do start with The Second Footman and go back in time to the glorious Belle Époque and become acquainted with Max Fabien.
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. But it was also kind of frustrating - especially towards the end when Max was exhiled to Beauvallon. Sometimes the plot seemed whimsical and went it directions that I didn't find that interesting. Max's childhood as a page to the Prince of Waldavia was really interesting at first, but it felt anticlimactic when Max effectively deemed his grand scheme a childhood fantasy and chose to abandon it. I wished the book would have explored Max's mysterious past catching up to him (or something along those lines) rather than the goings-on in Beauvallon with Plibou, Calvert and The Hobgoblin. I hope in the third book (which I'll definitely read when I comes out as I've become very very attached to the extraordinary characters) that there's some kind of climax with Max's past.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Trouble in paradise! This second instalment in the M/M Miramont Trilogy picks up where we left off at the end of the first book, The Second Footman with Max Fabien now working as Armand de Miremont's secretary during the day, his lover at night.
Armand and Max have established a routine so they can indulge in their physical relationship together without anyone knowing. However, their contentment is short lived as the arrangement is put into jeopardy because Armand's estranged wife and youngest daughter announce their impending arrival in Paris.
With accusations, deceit, jealousy and unrequited declarations of love, the drama is ever present. Armand's torn between pleasing his youngest daughter and her mother's whims, when he's distraught he can't spend time with the dear boy who he now doubts is unfaithful in their relationship. Meanwhile, Max is questioning his existence as his past continues to haunt him.
Now more familiar with Mr Barry's evocative writing style, I found it easier to settle into the narrative this time around. As some months have passed since I read The Second Footman, I was a little apprehensive about well I would pick up the plot without having to do a re-read (which I didn't have time for). Thankfully, my worries were for nothing as I dived straight in and quickly regained my memory as I became reacquainted with the protagonists.
Warning, the rich text is a guilty indulgence but, you need to set aside some time to wade through this wordy novel. With so much thought-provoking detail, it took time for me to keep astride of everything that's happening. So, this captivating piece set in the late nineteenth century is best savoured slowly to appreciate the decadence, but worth it.
With an inconclusive but satisfying ending and a curiosity for the protagonists I'm so invested in, I wonder what the future holds for Armand and Max and how long we'll have to wait to find out?
***Review copy received courtesy of the publisher Matador***
I adored Book One in the Miremont Trilogy, and Book Two is just as wonderful. At the risk of seeming effusive and, potentially, losing all structure in this review, to hell with it! I wish to be effusive! What a book this is. I recommend it wholeheartedly if, as a reader, you are looking for beautiful, flowing prose that draws you in so that you are unable to stop reading as the story unfolds - cancel appointments, chores, daily demands and, where necessary, heart surgery so that nothing can interrupt the joy of reading this book. I have no idea how the author does it - well, actually, I do - he's a fantastic writer - but there is something so crisp yet yielding, ethereal yet tangible, ephemeral yet practical about this book. The beauty of the writing is matched by the smooth flow of the story; the characters are well developed, with not a single cypher to be noted. Each character plays their part perfectly, and the author can extract pity from even the most challenging of them when it would be easier as a writer to render them as one-dimensional creations. Skilful characterisations contribute to the parts of the whole, complemented by wonderful scene setting and unforgettable atmosphere. There are adventures, plot and counterplot, tragedy, jealousy, fury, compassion and love, set against a backdrop of shifting socio-political attitudes. The main characters, Max and Armand, are two of the most unforgettable characters I have ever encountered in books. The author masterfully develops them, from Book One, where I adored them, to Book Two where their failings, foibles and great strengths left me lost for words at the strength of feeling I have developed for them - Max and Armand. I cannot bear the wait for Book Three to find out their destinies. This book is first-rate, and it has been my delight to read it and share in the characters' lives...a classic, make no mistake!
Its hard to not like this book; the chemistry as always between the two lovers is easy to envision as you read through the pages. Sure, there are a lot of pages to get through, but this helps to create such a beautiful picture and allowed me as a reader to really understand each character and what they were feeling. There were times when I felt that some parts were a little too lengthy, but its not something that I would underrate for; I enjoyed the interaction between Max and Marquis de Miremont as I did with the first book. The difficulties they faced in the first book to be together are still there and I read with interest as the couple inevitably still wound back to one another, despite trying to ‘limit’ there time together, so as not to rouse suspicion from those around them, especially Miremont’s family who unexpectedly come to stay at the Hotel de Miremont.
We find in this novel that Max is still struggling with his own demons, but he realises the strong pull that the Miremont has on him. Whereas Miremont himself has to deal with the ‘green-eyed-monster’ in him, which I read with interest.
This book is charming, both in the way it looks and in the way it is written. I found myself reading hours of my days away, as I read each page greedily, not wanting to put it down and wanting to see how the story concluded. I was not disappointed.
Continuing on from the first book “The Second Footman” Max Fabien continued to work as Secretary for the aristocrat, Armand de Miremont. They are still lovers. However, Armand de Miremont thinks that Max Fabien has been unfaithful. Max is also under the illusion that he is related to one of the German aristocratic families.
Armand’s estranged wife brought their narcissistic daughter, Juliette, home, crushing his and Max’s pleasure down to the earth and ruining their sexual relationship. Juliette wanted to break off her engagement to her suitor and instead wanted Max to love her.
Meanwhile, Madame de Miremont and Juliette still did not know that Armand was in a relationship with Max. She advised Armand to sack Max. Armand’s jealousy that Max might still be in love with his former colleague at the Duchess de Clairville’s estate. Armand uses this excuse to send Max away to his country house without his wife knowing. Armand’s hotel became the centre of gossip and dishonesty thanks to all the scandal surrounding Armand and Max.
I recommend this classical period novel set in France during the 1880s, featuring a gay romance.
Caesar 13
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Once again this is a hit!!! This series is fantastic, I'm so happy I have discovered this author. The Second Footman and The Deplorable Boy are definitely among the best books I have read this year.