I received a free digital publisher's advance review copy, via Netgalley.
Nancy Mitford, author and eldest of the famed Mitford sisters, has been dead for 48 years. And yet there are two novels coming out featuring Nancy Mitford, each of which is a dual-narrative novel with the other storyline involving a contemporary American female protagonist and a setting in the bookshop in London where Nancy Mitford worked during World War II. (The other book, coming out in April, 2022, is The Mayfair Bookshop by Eliza Knight. I can’t imagine how she and her publisher must be feeling about the extreme similarity.)
I’ll probably read Knight’s novel when it becomes available, but in the meantime I’m here to review Michelle Gable’s effort. I’ll start with the protagonist of the contemporary narrative, Katie Cabot, a successful novelist who is now in year three of a dry period in which she can’t seem to find a subject for a new novel. Her wildly successful writer friend Jojo invites Katie to visit her in London, where she lives in tony Mayfair. As soon as Katie arrives, Jojo orders her to nip around the corner and go to the Heywood Hill bookshop, which she insists is a magical place that will help dispel Katie’s funk.
This is the same Heywood Hill bookshop where Nancy Mitford worked for three years during World War II. When Nancy was on duty, the shop became something between a literary salon and a hangout for her louche friends, including Evelyn Waugh. It was there she got the idea to write her most famous novel, The Pursuit of Love, inspired by her extremely unusual family—which included two sisters who were friendly with Hitler, another who was a communist, and another who became the Duchess of Devonshire and chatelaine of Chatsworth, setting of so many movies and TV series, including Pride and Prejudice.
I’ve always had a fascination with the Mitfords, so I find any book about them nearly irresistible, even though there are some that shoehorn in characters who are supposed to be the Mitfords to sell barely adequate books. (I’m looking at you, Jessica Fellowes, and your Mitford murder-mystery series.) I had my doubts about this one, but thought I might as well give it a whirl. I ran into a discouraging omen fairly quickly, when Katie lists her favorite historical novelists, among whom are a couple of names I’ve added to my to-be-avoided list, having read a few of their efforts that turned out to be romance-y books coated with a veneer of Wikipedia-level history.
Reading this book was a slog. The Katie character is a shallow whiner, and the author doesn’t succeed in bringing Nancy Mitford to life. Way too much of the book consists of dialog clunkily filling us in on Mitford history. The Nancy story includes many snippets taken straight from Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love. As the novel proceeds, more and more parallels emerge between Katie’s life and Nancy’s. I never understood the point of the parallel-lives stuff, especially since Katie is no Nancy Mitford, and I was distracted by reading the bits straight from The Pursuit of Love.
Katie’s pairing up with the Simon character was a walking cliché: the impossibly handsome and confident man meeting the somewhat awkward female lead, her initial antagonism to him, followed by a contrived push-and-pull between attraction and distrust, mostly fueled by easily-avoidable misunderstandings.
On top of it all, there is a mystery of sorts involving a supposed autobiographical manuscript of Nancy Mitford’s, possibly hidden in the bookstore, keenly sought after by Simon and then Katie, though their search seeming to be actively thwarted by the bookstore’s manager. This plot element goes nowhere. The same can be said for the Katie element of the story. Though I was relieved when the book ended, I was puzzled by how Katie’s story ended with no real resolution other than an obviously wrongheaded decision to write a novel based on The Pursuit of Love.
I’m just not sure who this book is for. Those already familiar with the Mitfords don’t need this exposition and those who aren’t familiar with the family aren’t likely to take to this verbose and didactic approach. My advice is to read or re-read The Pursuit of Love and forget about this uninspired effort.