We talked (mostly) about East Lynne by Mrs Henry Wood/Ellen Wood. (Mrs Henry seems to have reclaimed her first name in some editions). The cover picture just about says it all. It's a fine piece of melodrama. Many bits don't add up. Many bits are just completely implausible. But we still all just-about-finished... Verdict was sort of EastLynneEnders...
The Oxford edition seems to be the currently fashionable one. In which case, do - I beseech you - put some sort of covering over the blurb on the back; the "starting" event mentioned there happens approximately half-way through the book and has very little foreshadowing.
Anyone in the London area who'd like to join us on the first Tuesday of the month?
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ah yes,'dead, dead and never called me mother'. I think the main problem is that modern readers will have rather more sympathy with Isobel and rather less with Barbara. Autre temps, autre moeurs.
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