I received The Little Clan for free for my honest review. The back cover blurb for The Little Clan can be a little misleading. Although there are elements of humor, really the book is more a drama and character study. If you want to read about a contemporary, floundering Irene Adler from Sherlock Holmes and someone akin to her begrudgingly awestruck plainer friend burying themselves into trouble, this book is probably for you.
The Little Clan really immerses you in how stuck in the 19th century librarian Ava seems to be, and yet how drawn she is to her best frenemy's glamorous idea of being embraced by the contemporary elite. Self-possession is something that always seems to elude her, slipping through her fingers just as she thinks she's gotten somewhere. It's a love letter to a literature with its awed regard for books and flawed extravagance. The imagery is gorgeous, referencing expensive but hastily applied wallpaper with gaps in between, an ornate broken mirror barely tacked to the wall, and a large, lovingly crafted bar still tacky with varnish in the room the girls so painstakingly prepare to stake their hopes and dreams on.
At times, I was really rooting for Stephanie and Ava's friendship, for them to draw themselves out of what they saw was obscurity, or even to just reframe what they saw as happiness. But their friendship often devolved into petty condescension over jealousies, smoothed over by some degree of loathing admiration or misplaced idea of what loyalty is. By the end it was almost impossible to root for either of them. Ava seemingly craves approval for the things Stephanie mocks her for (boring stories, love of Proust), but sort of openly despises anyone who doesn't love the same things she does. There's almost never an attempt for her to connect with anyone on anything OTHER than 19th century aesthetics or whining about/defending Stephanie's and hers attempts to make a social club. The author calls her out for this through another character, but it never...changes? I mean, she mentions liking toast, so that's new. She refuses to enjoy a single thing someone recommends to her, whether it's a book, movie, or a guest speaker at one of their events. Even when Ava goes to contemporary parties, she only seemingly enjoys flaunting her literary prowess in people's faces before devolving into the debauchery she supposedly doesn't picture in her ideal life. In some ways it could just be showing her conflicted draw to that world, but since she's so wrapped up in her own interests, angry anxiety kicking in whenever someone even asks her a question about something she's not familiar with (poetry, for example, a cousin of the great works), she comes off as just as shallow and insecure as Stephanie, just far less sociable. Their tumultuous relationship had extremely tender moments, but ultimately felt a little ridiculous by the end, especially with Stephanie's extravagant and blatant disregard for anyone other than herself.
There is a romance I briefly invested in that was cute at first, but quickly lost its sheen when the characters' less charming attributes floated aggressively and stubbornly to the surface. The snooty old members of the Lazarus Club were almost hilarious backdrops. For some reason I kept imagining them scowling and bespectacled, possibly with a monocle, complaining about those young people and the racket. The president was unsurprisingly self-serving, but I started to lose track of who was an actual alcoholic and who was just enjoying the seemingly endless libations of the House of Mirth. I can only imagine what the rarely-mentioned doorman Castor did with socialites and high-brows tumbling past him at all hours. The charismatic intern George is one of the few characters contributing points of levity in the novel, but he's a mere sprinkling throughout and I wish we'd seen him in the epilogue.
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The ending was a little confusing and rushed, but I guess the feel was supposed to be disillusionment sprinkled with newfound determination? Like, why would Stephanie involve a rock star all of a sudden? Wouldn't she rather have used him MUCH earlier instead of as some weird power play at the end? You'd think she'd have ended up more successful that way. Although Ava's love for Stephanie was hinted at throughout the book, it's jarring when she suddenly rejects the idea and then two seconds later forces a sudden kiss on a shiny new acquaintance she barely knows, who isn't much affected. Like, hadn't the book implied Ava was shy and more than a meal ticket to Stephanie? She used her, yeah, but I thought they genuinely relied on having someone be their FRIEND. So why jeopardize one of the few friends she was just making right after her falling out? Ben was also way too chill. He doesn't sue them for the money, care about lady orgasms, and legit wants to be strained friends. I mean, one could argue I'm just criticizing their characters but the motivations themselves were lost on me at the end.
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Overall, I'd say I thoroughly enjoyed the first third of the book and various scenes throughout. Really the imagery was my favorite part, the hastily scrubbed-together glamour a nice backdrop for the girls so desperately trying to make their lives what they've imagined-whether from 19th century novels or the social section of the newspapers. If you're like Ava and worship Arthur Conan Doyle's worlds and want an ode to characters like Irene Adler, I'd recommend the Little Clan. I'd be interested to see this author's second work, looking forward to more beautiful imagery and possibly more fleshed-out character arcs.