Downton Abbey meets Dolores Claiborne? I dunno - how does one grapple with this strange novel?
It has 5-star spirit, that is for sure, but I choose brake-pumping as I do thought-coalescing. Mike and Amy, fresh from hard knocks causing dire financial straits, become servants in the awesome Durie home: Mike as chauffeur, Amy as the first-ever secretary to blind, seventy-year-old Margaret Durie, who has decided, apparently, after fifty-two years of self-imposed isolation, to live some kind of life. It turns out that she has a lot on her mind, and Amy gets caught up in some sinister, specific agenda. Or is it all that sinister?...Margaret can be ferocious, but Amy feels a bond form, and withstands much mainly due to a sympathy she must conceal. Margaret abhors sympathy; Margaret loves strange machinations involving strange rendezvous, and hidden cash transactions. The Lloyds become reluctant helpers of whatever Miss Margaret is up to, and curiosity blends with worry over what exactly they are helping to bring to fruition.
The ending is explosive and satisfying, after a slow-burn build-up weaving in clues. I clicked to something probably looming ‘down the road’, but don’t feel the book is the lesser for it since figuring things out in this one, while the ending approaches, did - in my case - up my feelings of dread and perfect completion of stretched-out tragedy.
Weaknesses of the book (well, to my mind, anyway): Lots of underused characters, masses of staff and Durie clan sort of just there for quick scenes, as more and more the plot only cares about Amy, Margaret and Mike. It’s also a very talky, dialogue-infested novel - not as padding that really should be penalized...but, again, if there had been some way we could have had less talk, and that space filled in with some juicy subplot that would have used extended family and servants better? One heavily-hyped sister of Margaret finally flies in for an appearance - bringing cool metaphorical baggage - nothing really comes of that. Dorothy, Craig, Glendon, Camilla - lots of characters get a decent scene but don’t blossom. Mrs. McEye (wonderfully named!) is a notable exception, and gets to contribute, but Mabry the cook - shining bright at the beginning, also sort of fades away but is still there, lurking when needed for quick ‘let’s take a breather’ scenes away from the main, admittedly compelling, trio of characters. I guess there was no way for the author to fully utilize the entourage put in place to emphasize ‘Very Old Money here’. Thankfully, the main plot - the Amy and Margaret plot (yes, even Mike winds up a bit of a supporting cast member) - including that finale, really makes the book a treat.
Gormenghast meets Psycho? No, not quite, that one is kind of off-target (and Gormenghast sort of met Psycho anyway) - but recommended as a strange family-tragedy novel, with unsuspecting new servants roped in, and the money available to move them about the chess board any way desired, along with anyone else needed to facilitate catastrophe.