Helpful Score: 2
Oh dear. I'm sure the author had good intentions, appears he knocked himself out with research and what he considers authenticity. Particularly irritating is his use of very short sentences (almost dumb sounding) and scattered thought patterns to indicate 'reality.' Having read a diary or two from the era I don't think it's an appropriate text style for a novel. He's mistaken what women jotted down about how many loads of laundry were done Tuesday for the voice they would use to tell their innermost thoughts and hopes. Unfortunately there's not a real character in the book and barely a thought beyond survival in style. Our heroine spends the entire endless tome trying to find money. I had an urge to shout 'snap out of it' in "Moonstruck" style and send her into the streets in search of a boyfriend. We have no idea of her looks, education, or world view - other than Polites belief that women of that era were 'sheltered.' All the old southern horrors are trotted out: political graft, sexual abuse of slaves, war hunger, peculiar manners. People are wanting to escape to Kansas for God's sake! The ending was overblown and tacked on quickly as though to make up for the pages and pages of wallowing in blood fever, blue bottle drugs, and repressed sexuality. My sincere hope is that the departing servant doesn't return and get sucked back into the life of this boring, boring woman.