As promised in my last missive, I have been afforded more reading time this week. Hubby did appear for an unexpected 24-hour pass after the cancellation of a meeting, but despite this interruption to my reading schedule (!) I have finished both The Miniaturist and The Jewel Garden. He's home tomorrow afternoon, so I may even be able to squeeze in another title before his key turns in the door!
Before I dive into The Miniaturist, I must say, that even as an English teacher, the spelling of Miniature is ridiculous! If English spelling gives you amusement and/or despair, I must recommend the poem I Take it You Already Know.
And so to the novel. The Miniaturist received a great deal of acclaim when it was published in 2014. It is one of those books that I have had on my shelves for a long time but never got around to picking up. It was even downloaded on my Kindle, but something held me back. It was probably because I had heard a review on the radio that emphasised a mystical element to it, and I'm not really a fan of magical realism or portents...
Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed the novel. (Have you ever noticed that low expectations sometimes garner the most satisfying experiences? Shhh, don't tell school...that is not a growth mindset!)
Into this tight household comes Petronella. Married off to Johannes by her Mother as a good, wealthy match, 18 year old Nella finds herself as far removed from her rural upbringing as she could have imagined. She is considered as a blessing and a miracle by Johannes and Marin, and yet, at the same time, she is both ignored and humiliated by them both. She befriends Cornelia but even in this relationship there are secrets. Nella feels alone and marginalised, despite her best efforts to be a wife.
Johannes sees this and seeks to make amends by buying her an extraordinary dolls house; a replica of their own home.
Given with good intent, Nella is insulted to have been presented with what she perceives to be little more than a toy. She also has a blank cheque with which to furnish the house. Marin insists that she does so and it is here that the story takes the turn towards the portentous.
The miniature furniture and dolls are exact replicas of those in the house. The craftmanship is beyond compare, and Nella finds herself drawn to the figures. Other commissions arrive at the house unannounced. Their arrival is unpredictable, but it soon becomes apparent that the miniaturist seems to know everything about their lives, even things Nella did not know about herself. Thus the packages become emblematic of the future and the novel creates intrigue by building on whether the talismans govern events or whether they are effigies that result from hands that can see into a future already mapped.
Nella becomes obsessed by the miniaturist, a woman she has never met, and this plot strand continues to the end. But this is not the whole story. The lives of Nella, Marin, Johannes and their household reveal much about trade and morality in Amsterdam at the time. The church and the judiciary all play a part in making the novel exciting.
And it is exciting. It is a gripping read. Made up of short chapters, Jessie Burton ends each one with the desire to know more. This structure makes for compulsive reading and it is a book that is easily consumed. For those of you who enjoy a detailed historical novel, this is not one of those. It is a light read, a popular read. It is definitely a recommendation from me and I am certainly interested in reading her second title, The Muse.
And before I go, I must just give you a life update. Child 1 has just heard that she has got her job of choice which will begin after university. Very proud of her. Indeed. But... this also means that she will not be moving back into her own room and that the bank of Mum and Dad can look forward to closing pretty soon!
Mmmm....perhaps I should start rearranging the furniture to give me more space for my library!