It is no secret that I am a major Mimi Matthews fan and at this point I just whine at her until she sends me her newest books (lol) and so I was delighted to read Gentleman Jim!
Often, I am a reactive with these gushes and just finish the book with my giddy sigh and bounce on my chair for a bit and then get to typing everything at once. Other times, I sit with the experience for a few days and allow the words to roll around in my head for a bit and to sit and think about all the different strands and themes I just read and how everything is interwoven subtly and brilliantly to thread the gorgeous tapestry that is the finished picture of a book.
With Gentleman Jim, too, I was cognizant of how delighted I was not to know where the story and some of its crucial moments and relationships were going and because that element of complete surprise was one of the most delectable takeaways from the romance, I don't want to ruin it for people here.
See, Gentleman Jim is not a typical Matthews' book. Sure, it has the immediate sense of verisimilitude and resplendent research that are hallmarks of Matthews' work. Sure it has the sigh factor and the pitch perfect dialogue you could transport from any scene onto the stage in one brilliant, self-contained moment. But it is more, for a few reasons I want to highlight:
This book, more than Matthews' previous books ( at least to this reader) was full to the brim of a passionate spirit that almost burst from the pages. I could tell Matthews was revelling in the story. That she savoured these characters. That her heart must have been bursting and her fingers not tapping fast enough to keep up with every wonder unfurling in her mind. There is so much personality in this book it is like it stuffed into too-full seams. And I loved it.
I started it at night and had every intention of reading a chapter and going to sleep but it was 2:30 am and I had crashed through a huge chunk of it.
I also want to highlight that the spirit of adventure is high in this one: it is a romp with some wonderful twists and a picaresque flair. To add, it borrows from some favourite classic tropes such as Tom Jones and Count of Monte Cristo. And yet, Matthews competently paints it in a fresh light so even if some of the narrative tendencies are familiar to readers, they are presented in a new light. This is largely to do with the absolutely unforgettable heroine, but more on her later.
I also want to highlight that this book is the most sensually charged of Matthews' works so far. That isn't to say that she doesn't establish healthy, consenting physical relationships or passion in her other books, its just that this one is unbuttoned. Like a loosened cravat rather than a glove touch or a wrist brush we'd find in some of the other works in her canon. For here, the physical relationship between the two is visceral and urgent: makes sense given this is a story wherein lovers have been parted for a long stretch of time and where an illness has weakened the strength, if not indomitable presence, of the heroine.
There is a candlelit sequence during a reunion that maintains on this side of chaste. Light flickers lowly and the hero is half disrobed and every sense from touch to breath to heartbeat is drawn out in a sonorous melody. Because this is a Matthews' book, she pans away before taking matters too far, however she lingers longer than I have seen before. For an author who always portrays healthy physical relationships ( and gives us some wonderful postscripts post-marriage: even in As Fair as a Star and, my favourite, Tom and Jenny lounging in bed in A Modest Independence), I felt that the sensual connection between St. Clare and Maggie is palpable. Moreover, it is integral to the themes of reconciliation and healing.
The hero and heroine cannot breathe without one another. They are one half of another's whole and so it makes perfect sense that as they are welded in terms of mental connection so, still, are they bereft of each other's physical presence.
The revenge theme is strong and the sensual/physical spirit of the book is portrayed not only in moments of love but also in moments of violence. St. Clare's desperation to build a new life while seeking recompense for past wrongs manifests in a physical desire whereas Maggie uses her strength and constancy. Her belief in her past love is magnificent to me. Her faith and certainty is every bit as tenacious and moving as Mercedes in Count of Monte Cristo.
Maggie is the perfect blend of feminine and outright feminism. She is well ahead of her time and her tie to her independence and saving her estate shows an absolute rigid stubbornness. Yet, she is resourceful, quick thinking, handy with a pistol, an excellent shot and a great rider. Undaunted by illness, she is far from a damsel in distress, rather very much equal to the hero though more likely to seek revenge through truth and compassion than through strike of blade. She is of the Jenny (of Modest Independence) ilk.
Back rooms of taverns, highwayman, duels, secrets and intercepted carriages loan the book a constant momentum so when we are tugged slowly into repose to fall into a field of forget-me-nots with Maggie and St Clare, we feel more acutely the quiet reprieve.
I applaud Matthews' release of this against the also wonderful Fair as a Star. For it so lovingly proves her range. In that book, we have the rage of depression, a calm vicar hero whose love is so steadfast it can find love in diseases as of yet understood and help to slay mental demons. Here, we have an opposite flavour, a hero who mounts horses and wields his fists. I love that he is physically protective but I also love that he allows Maggie her own moments to shine.
At the end of the secrets and family mysteries, at the revelation of identity, at the reclaiming of love and lust and kindred spirits, we are given a languorous epilogue: one that allows us to settle in with life in all of its complicated wonder. That allows us to see every last thread sewn in and every sentence met with a full stop.
Sometimes I think reviewers use the term "satisfied read" flippantly. And yet here I *was* satisfied. My appetite was satiated. I was content to close the door on the words of the narrative and let the characters live as I had painted them in scenario and dialogue and full dimension in my brain. I loved Maggie and St Clare as their pasts unfurled to their presents. I loved the lingering present of Gentleman Jim and how he lived on in numerous facets: in stories and visages, in the past repeating itself in a new way.
This is Mimi Matthews on Caffeine: it is a jolt of something new! It is the whirl of a creative world even as our own world has screeched to a halt.
It's like Gentleman Jim was created to counter our forced idleness to rev up our spirits like an engine and to pull us out of our incarcerated, stupid, no good idle year. This will charge your brain and light your heart.
This is the antidote to the sorrow and complacency and the horror of the news. Where men are stalwart and will fight for honour and women will stretch beyond the constructs of their era's limitation to fight for love.
I freaking LOVE this book. And that is a broken record when it comes to Mimi Matthews. She makes me believe in romantic feminism. That a woman can crave and hanker for independence while still choosing love and never falling so into it she loses what makes her strong and singular and bold-minded.
But reader friends, don't you just REVEL in the fact that we have such an author? That we are gifted with someone who can pluck us out of our worlds? Just knowing that there are stories where love prevails and soulmates are found and cultivated and cherished makes me feel more hopeful for myself. For all of us.
This book is timely.
Good will prevail.
Evil never wins.
Throw your heart and your life into reckless love and never, ever lose hope.
I took all of this away from this reading experience. And you will, too!
Shall we quote it up?
(disclaimer: quotes taken from an advanced personal copy and subject to change before publication)
" The elegant sprawl he affected was an illusion. St Clare was no more relaxed than a lion waiting to spring upon its prey."
"I'm not a prize to be fought over, Fred." Maggie said. "I'm a grown woman with thoughts and feelings and opinions of my own."
"Do you think I deserve you? That I deserve any of this? You're mine! And tomorrow, my love, we're going to take that special license Lord Allendale procured and you and I are going to get married!"
"Miss Honeywell, if you don't stop fidgeting with your gloves and look at me, I shall be compelled to take your hand and hold it in mine."
"Miss Honeywell is the pattern card." ( THIS IS MY FAVOURITE MIMI MATTHEWS LINE EVER--)
"I often think that, in the years since he left me, I've been living as only half a person. Waiting..."
"He'd sacrificed his past."
"Oh for pity's sake, If you think this is what I want-- two men pummeling each other over me- then you're very much mistaken. I'm not some damsel in distress for you to rescue."
"Because...In order to move forward, I had to let you go."
And let's have a little Jane Eyre-esque moment as we did so often in Matrimonial Advertisement:
"A sharp tug pulling at my heart. As if a thread was anchored there, linking me to some other person, somewhere out there in the world. I always imagined it was you. Imagined it and wondered if you felt it too."
"To leave her behind with all the rest of my past. I thought I had done. But I hadn't. I can't . I'd sooner cut out my own beating heart."