Sylvia is not yet 70, but she is going blind and in a nursing home, and fighting it every step of the way. She complains about the food, the care, and refuses to try new ideas to learn how to cope with her loss of vision. In the style of The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence, and with a proud and bitter voice not unlike Hagar Shipley, Sylvia tells us her story.
Syliva was born into Irish aristocracy, but falls in love with a man from Newfoundland who is in Dublin studying to be a doctor. Breaking ties with her family, she settles in Newfoundland with her new husband. Except that she has trouble settling. She keeps herself at a distance from the rest of the community. She seems only to survive from day to day, just waiting for her life to change, get better, for someone to recognize her importance. But in Newfoundland, that’s not going to happen, and her story takes us on her sometimes painful journey of discovering this for herself.
… my expectations of what to expect of life in this new world were distorted and unrealistic. I constantly looked for more because I believed that was my right, but what I got was never enough.
I thought this book was excellent, which just makes me even more sorry to tell you that Kate Evans passed away in 2016. Like Silvia, Evans came to Canada from Ireland and made her home in Newfoundland. I hope she found it easier to settle in than Sylvia did. She may not be writing any more books, but I will be sure to check out her first one, Where Old Ghosts Meet.
The Geranium Window is about a family in peril; in peril from the husband/father, the regrets of the past, and the actions yet-to-come. Alfie, a young neighbour, observes it all, photographing what he can. With his camera, he captures the lost years of Rosie, the pain of Arthur, the doubts of Anntell, and the hidden beauty of Joseph. Upon the death of her husband, Rosie thought they might finally be free, but the worst was yet to come.
They saved all their regret for the edge of their graves.
I found this story engrossing (she can spin a good depressing tale!), but the language was too “flowery” for my taste. (“Rosie Briar spun the hard wheel of misfortune with the hand of innocence well hidden under a soft Sunday glove.”, “Why did she leave Arthur alone to collect his own rage like a child in the wilderness gathering wild berries to fend off starvation?”) I also found that near the end I was anxious for Alfie and Anntell to find each other in a more timely fashion.
I know that Beatrice MacNeil has many loyal fans, and no doubt they will be happy with her latest novel. This is my first time reading one of her books, but I intend to read more, perhaps starting with Where White Horses Gallop, which is sitting on my shelf.
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Thank you to Breakwater Books for sending me a copy of each of these books for review!