{"id":2699,"date":"2020-06-23T11:32:13","date_gmt":"2020-06-23T11:32:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/?p=2699"},"modified":"2021-08-27T16:57:57","modified_gmt":"2021-08-27T16:57:57","slug":"review-friendship-and-folly-by-meredith-allady","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/2020\/06\/23\/review-friendship-and-folly-by-meredith-allady\/","title":{"rendered":"Review: Friendship and Folly by Meredith Allady (2004) [Trad]"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"big450Box\">\n<div class=\"big450BoxBody\">\n<div class=\"big450BoxContent\">\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-2701\" src=\"http:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/friendship.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"317\" height=\"475\" srcset=\"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/friendship.jpg 317w, https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/friendship-200x300.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 317px) 100vw, 317px\" \/>This book is a classic example of how much the author\u2019s choice of approach changes the final result. The novella-length prequel to this series, <i>Letters From Bath<\/i>, was written (not surprisingly, given the title) in an epistolatory style, so the personality of the letter-writer shone through in every word, every charmingly acerbic phrase. It was sharply witty and I absolutely adored it.<\/p>\n<p>This, on the other hand, was written in a laboured narrative style, complete with direct-to-reader interjections, and even though the wit and rapier-sharp use of language were still there, it felt heavy and (frankly) dull. There were moments when I practically fell off my seat laughing, just as before, but there were also long turgid passages where I almost lost the will to live, and whole lengthy paragraphs that I honestly couldn\u2019t make head or tail of, even though I struggled manfully to disentangle the writhing sentences. But still, I finished it and there were parts I loved.<\/p>\n<p>The story follows the Parry family, an eccentric and quite astonishingly clever family, to London for the season, to bring out the eldest daughter and beauty of the family, Julia. Along too goes Ann Northcott, the letter-writer from the previous book, and so much a friend of the family that she\u2019s almost a Parry herself. They also take all the children and another hanger-on (whose name escapes me, since he was one of a cast of thousands). Now, this may be about the season in 1805, but there\u2019s nothing about clothes (apart from the court dress) or Almack\u2019s or drives in the park or any of the usual settings. The whole book seems to be a backdrop for the oh-so-clever wit of the Parry family and Ann Northcott.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a plethora of side characters, but the principals are Sir Warrington Lenox and his younger brother, Mr Edmund Lenox, from Ireland, who are truly an odd pair. Sir Warrington Lenox is very redolent of Dolph from Georgette Heyer\u2019s <i>Cotillion<\/i>, in that he appears to be mentally deficient after reportedly being stolen as a child and raised by gypsies. The younger brother actually believed he was an only child and it wasn\u2019t until his father died and he supposedly inherited the baronetcy that he learnt about his older brother. Now Sir Warrington has come to England to find a bride, and his brother has come along too. Sir Warrington develops a liking for Julia and attaches himself to the Parrys, and they are amenable to said attachment. And so the tale meanders along. I almost said plot, but really, there isn\u2019t one, just a series of settings in which the Parrys can show off their terribly clever turns of phrase.<\/p>\n<p>It should be obvious by now that this is very much not your run-of-the-mill Regency romance. There is a romance, but it\u2019s practically offstage and everything about it is interpreted through the biased eyes of Ann. In fact, it\u2019s so low-key you might very well miss it altogether if the narrator hadn\u2019t stopped and pointed it out. As with other elements of the story, it\u2019s completely hemmed in by the perfect selflessness of the main characters, who are just too considerate of other people\u2019s feelings to be totally credible.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m going to be honest and say that this book wasn\u2019t really my thing. It\u2019s too long, too wordy, too convoluted and very often too show-offy clever for its own good. But that\u2019s just me. While I struggled with large parts of it, I acknowledge that it\u2019s incredibly well-written, it feels utterly authentic as a Regency novel and if you\u2019re the sort of reader who wants to sink into a warm scented bath of delicious wordsmithery, then this might very well make you squeal with delight. If, on the other hand, you\u2019re like me and want a proper plot and characters who aren\u2019t selfless bundles of virtue, you should probably avoid it. Three stars.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This book is a classic example of how much the author\u2019s choice of approach changes the final result. The novella-length prequel to this series, Letters From Bath, was written (not surprisingly, given the title) in an epistolatory style, so the personality of the letter-writer shone through in every word, every charmingly acerbic phrase. It was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[167],"class_list":["post-2699","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-review","tag-allady"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2699","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2699"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2699\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3795,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2699\/revisions\/3795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}