This story about former showgirl Beatrice is much more substantial than the shapely female legs and lush velvet on the book’s cover would suggest. Janette Jenkins imaginatively weaves together the contrasting strands of Beatrice’s new life in the tiny Lancashire village of Anglezarke with her unconventional upbringing in Normal, Illinois and coming of age in colourful Coney Island.
Beatrice meets and marries Jonathon Crane, who brings her home to England. It’s 1914, and before long most of the men in the village go off to fight in the Great War. The gulf between ‘the foreigner’ and the other women left behind gradually widens – Beatrice is beautiful, has married into money, her husband is an officer – and the discovery of a secret she has been keeping precipitates a final act of violence.
Although Beatrice’s fate is made clear from the outset this makes the novel no less engrossing. The story skilfully combines romance, intrigue and tragedy, and the characters, even minor ones, are vividly drawn. Chapters alternate between England and America, and while much of the story is told in straight narrative, this is interspersed with interesting variations, including letters and quirky lists such as ‘All those things that you miss when they’ve gone’.
Even without the privations of war, the transition from America to Anglezarke was always going to be difficult for Beatrice. She quickly gains the reader’s sympathy as she does her best to cope with a new way of life and people who make no effort to hide their curiosity about her. But although sometimes told with gentle humour, like Jonathon’s party to introduce Beatrice to his friends, the Lancashire scenes depict a society that is ultimately as unwelcoming to incomers as the harsh winter weather. The visit to a Blackpool fortune teller who claims she can’t read Beatrice’s hand is just one episode that contributes to a rising sense of foreboding.
Coney Island, on the other hand, is so richly and affectionately described that one can almost hear the noise, see the people and smell the food which Beatrice misses so much. Most striking, though, are the chapters portraying her childhood, which bring gothic horror and black humour to the book. Her mother having died in childbirth, Beatrice lives with brother Elijah and her father, an ex-teacher with a mania for taxidermy. As a child, Elijah decides to become a minister and courts personal injury to preach the benefits of temperance in saloon bars. Their father is on an obsessive quest for bigger and better creatures to ‘rebuild’. This involves a darkly funny family trip to a zoo, where he gets short shrift from the keeper when he offers to take away its dead animals.
Not easily categorised, Angel of Brooklyn offers an enjoyable read about a sympathetic character whose fate is sealed by her good intentions. The time and worlds in which she lives are convincingly portrayed and stay in the mind long after the final page is turned.