Mary is a very upper-crusty native of London. When Britain and France declare war against Germany in 1939, she immediately shushes
off the ski slopes of her posh finishing school in Switzerland, gets on a train
back to England, and signs up for volunteer war service. She fancies herself in the role of a wartime
spy, but instead is put in charge of a class of school children to fill in for male
teachers called to active duty. This
lasts for only a few days at which point the children are evacuated to the countryside
and she is let go because she identifies a little too closely with her young
pupils. In particular, she bonds with an American boy whose father is employed by a minstrel show at the London Lyceum, and this bond lasts throughout the novel.
Mary first views the war as an adventure, but is nearly done
in by it. Her large family home in
Pimlico survives seemingly untouched with its servants and staid butler, almost
preserved like a relic from a vanished world.
At the same time bombs almost continuously rain down on working class East London in what seems like a classist plot by the
German bombers. There is a wonderful and unlikely long-distance romance that develops and
survives the cruel twists that the war presents, joining two strands of the narrative.
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This novel is full of great prose, wonderful
dialogue, exquisite historical detail, and particularly great insight into the
London blitz and the siege of Malta, the latter about which I knew very little. There are just so many wonderful “bits” that
will stay with you long after you put the book down.
Readalikes: A God in
Ruins, All the Light We Cannot See
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