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Feb. 2nd, 2020 09:23 pmYou know that feeling when you predict something is going to happen in a book that's going to annoy you, and then you spend the rest of the book knowing that you will ultimately be unsatisfied, because either the thing is going to happen and you'll be annoyed or the thing won't happen and you'll be annoyed at having been wrong?
Anyway, Natasha Solomons' The House at Tyneford is a book about a teenage Austrian-Jewish refugee who gets a position as a maid in a British house during WWII while she's waiting for her famous opera singer mother and famous author father to make it to America and get her a visa.
THE BACK COVER: And there she will strike up a connection with the son of the master of the house!
ME: Ah yes, I suppose there will be a romance.
THE BOOK: And the first person she encounters at Tyneford is the master of the house, in a middle-of-the-night meet-cute!
ME: Hmmmmm.
THE BOOK: Oh and here's the son, they're flirting, it's sweet.
ME: OK fine!
THE BOOK: Now they're engaged!
ME: OK great!
THE BOOK: His dad seems upset about it.
ME: Oh, not unexpected.
THE BOOK: But, like, not necessarily for the normal reasons a British dad with a big house would be upset about his son getting engaged to the Jewish parlor maid, and also he sold a priceless painting to try to get her parents out of Austria
ME: ... oh no.
THE BOOK: Now she's been arrested as an enemy alien and the dad comes and rescues her and carries her home in his arms!
ME: OH NO.
THE BOOK: Oh here's the son back again from the army! Look, he's on leave and they're perfectly cute! Though he's going to have to go back to the front lines soon, of course!
ME:

I was not a hundred percent correct in my prediction, for the record! My theory was that she and the son were going to bang and she was going to fall pregnant, and then the son would die in WWII and she and the dad would have a weird and awkward marriage of convenience that turned to love. In fact she never did bang the son, but he definitely and predictably did die in battle, after which I spent the entire rest of the book watching Natasha Solomons complete the work of hooking her heroine up with her fiance's father with much the same feeling as someone watching a cat slowly push a teacup off a table; after a certain point you just want the satisfaction of the crash.
Also, her parents died in the ghetto, the novel that her father asked her to smuggle out of Austria inside a musical instrument was blank, and her older sister (who'd made it to Americca with her husband) was for some reason so mad that she'd never told her about the novel in the viola that they then didn't speak for forty years. Lots of very beautiful descriptions of the English countryside, though.
Anyway, Natasha Solomons' The House at Tyneford is a book about a teenage Austrian-Jewish refugee who gets a position as a maid in a British house during WWII while she's waiting for her famous opera singer mother and famous author father to make it to America and get her a visa.
THE BACK COVER: And there she will strike up a connection with the son of the master of the house!
ME: Ah yes, I suppose there will be a romance.
THE BOOK: And the first person she encounters at Tyneford is the master of the house, in a middle-of-the-night meet-cute!
ME: Hmmmmm.
THE BOOK: Oh and here's the son, they're flirting, it's sweet.
ME: OK fine!
THE BOOK: Now they're engaged!
ME: OK great!
THE BOOK: His dad seems upset about it.
ME: Oh, not unexpected.
THE BOOK: But, like, not necessarily for the normal reasons a British dad with a big house would be upset about his son getting engaged to the Jewish parlor maid, and also he sold a priceless painting to try to get her parents out of Austria
ME: ... oh no.
THE BOOK: Now she's been arrested as an enemy alien and the dad comes and rescues her and carries her home in his arms!
ME: OH NO.
THE BOOK: Oh here's the son back again from the army! Look, he's on leave and they're perfectly cute! Though he's going to have to go back to the front lines soon, of course!
ME:

I was not a hundred percent correct in my prediction, for the record! My theory was that she and the son were going to bang and she was going to fall pregnant, and then the son would die in WWII and she and the dad would have a weird and awkward marriage of convenience that turned to love. In fact she never did bang the son, but he definitely and predictably did die in battle, after which I spent the entire rest of the book watching Natasha Solomons complete the work of hooking her heroine up with her fiance's father with much the same feeling as someone watching a cat slowly push a teacup off a table; after a certain point you just want the satisfaction of the crash.
Also, her parents died in the ghetto, the novel that her father asked her to smuggle out of Austria inside a musical instrument was blank, and her older sister (who'd made it to Americca with her husband) was for some reason so mad that she'd never told her about the novel in the viola that they then didn't speak for forty years. Lots of very beautiful descriptions of the English countryside, though.
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Date: 2020-02-03 04:25 am (UTC)Wait, what?
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Date: 2020-02-03 07:26 pm (UTC)It's depressing for the heroine's parents to have died in the Holocaust despite heroic efforts to get them out, but that sort of thing happened. The blank novel is surreally depressing and I want to know how that was even supposed to have worked, although I suspect the answer is going to be "it didn't."
I am also a little bemused by this entire plot because I read and very much enjoyed Solomons' first novel, Mr. Rosenblum's List (U.S. Mr. Rosenblum Dreams in English) when it came out in 2010 and except for the continuing theme of immigration/assimilation/British Jewishness, I would not have predicted cement truck Gothic romance as an obvious next step.
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Date: 2020-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)I have read only the one book, but it was not this!
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Date: 2020-02-03 07:26 pm (UTC)I didn't think that's where it was going, but I think I'd have preferred it.
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Date: 2020-02-03 07:02 am (UTC)Why? Was it just his delusion that he'd written a novel, a la ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY?
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Date: 2020-02-03 11:06 am (UTC)I think secret love child and a marriage of convenience would have been more entertaining though. Weird sisterly estrangements seem unnecessary with all the other plot elements.
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Date: 2020-02-04 03:05 am (UTC)(I honestly think the weird sisterly estrangement is just to make her feel more alone so that it's less weird that she falls into her fiance's dad's loving arms.)
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Date: 2020-02-03 10:27 pm (UTC)Also, I cannot imagine that Eva Ibbotson would have been so cruel as to have the novel turn out to be blank. Written in invisible ink, possibly, but they would figure that out before the end of the book. Not blank.
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Date: 2020-02-04 03:11 am (UTC)Ibbotson would never have had the whole novel turn out to be blank.
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