"Do you enjoy going to the theatre, for instance?"
"[Crumpets] end up...squidgy."
Meet John and Eleanor Hamilton (such Presidential/First-Lady-sounding names!): a middle-aged, middle-class, childless-by-choice British couple. The opening pages surround, ensconce, cocoon the reader in luxurious comfort. All is well....the kind of "well" that could easily be taken for granted.
Could elegant Eleanor ever be guilty of taking anything or anyone for granted? Well, it does take a few pages for her to stroll through her lovely, lovely home before she starts to feel like something is going wrong. But what? Why? How? It's just a regular day. She has just gotten off the phone after a pleasant conversation with Ruth, her husband John's charming young (attractive, red-haired) secretary. ...
...who, in the midst of bubbling over with her usual enthusiasm, has released a potentially-toxic bubble without realizing it. Eleanor didn't realize it right away either--but what an exquisite depiction of the end of perfection. And it's only the first of MANY exquisite passages. I was reminded of a short story I'd recently read, "The Split Second" by Daphne du Maurier (REBECCA).
Once Eleanor has gotten some sort of hold on this horrifying, horrible situation, she seizes an incredible opportunity and plays fairy godmother to a young girl she might never have encountered otherwise. She proceeds to go all "Extreme Makeover" on this girl in every way she can dream up...but it's not necessarily to the girl's benefit. AU CONTRAIRE! It's possibly to her detriment, and definitely to the detriment of other people. But of course it is; you remember your fairy tales, right?
You just might find THE QUESTION difficult, if not impossible, to put down--in both senses. It WILL hold you captive. And should delicately-woven gossamer bonds loosen at all, you still might not be able to find serious fault with it. There's some strong language, usually as a perfectly-normal reaction to aspects of the situation Eleanor finds herself...realizing that she's in. At first she does resist using certain words she's never found necessary Until Now, but even as her emotions make her more comfortable with such words, she muses humorously about them, like on pages 76 and 255.
But nice language is used splendidly throughout the story. Page 137 finds Eleanor sitting in her kitchen, briefly startled to hear her cleaning lady arrive. What's so startling? She hadn't been sure she was actually in her kitchen, fully clothed and with her hair and makeup done as meticulously as usual; in her state of mind she could just as easily have still been upstairs in bed--or waking up in the guest room at her brother's country place or in her own frilly little bedroom in their childhood home. When she realizes where she is, she says "a silent thank you to her own body for carrying on so bravely without her." But as long as she is (at least outwardly) ready for the day and Carla is reporting for duty, today she can make herself extra-useful by answering a few questions: Eleanor must do some research for her master plan, although to witnesses it will look and sound like an ordinary conversation.
Along the strange new paths Eleanor finds her life taking even as she attempts to re-route it, readers will be regaled with dreamy tours of tastefully-decorated rooms and generous servings of scrumptious-sounding meals as Ms. Asher imbues Eleanor with her own talents and interests. There are also a few graphic descriptions and scenarios, one of which might remind you SIMULTANEOUSLY of a classic American novel and notorious 1990s newsmakers. How many such novels have you read this week?
Even if you've read 100 or 1,000 books about women questioning everything as their worlds are imploding or exploding, how many have been exactly like this? How many of those women have been invented and presented by Jane Asher? Even if all the authors took Writer Advice 101 and Wrote What They Knew, how many could possibly know what Ms. Asher knows in exactly the way she knows it, through her own experiences and through getting inside the many characters she has portrayed on stage and screen? And how many could write this story in the exact way that she has? Discuss!
Previously published in slightly-different forms at Epinions.com and alibris.com.
If you like this, you might like RUTH ERSKINE'S CROSSES by "Pansy," aka Isabella Macdonald Alden.
Thanks for reading.