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'Some secrets are better left buried...' When seventeen-year old Phoebe Turner visits Wilton's Music Hall to watch her Aunt Cissy performing on stage, she risks the wrath of her mother Maud who marches with the Hallelujah Army, campaigning for all London theatres to close. While there, Phoebe is drawn to a stranger, the enigmatic Nathaniel Samuels who heralds dramatic changes in the lives of all three women. When offered the position of companion to Nathaniel's reclusive wife, Phoebe leaves her life in London's East End for Dinwood Court in Herefordshire - a house that may well be haunted and which holds the darkest of truths. In a gloriously gothic debut, Essie Fox weaves a spellbinding tale of guilt and deception, regret and lost love. "VIVIDLY COMPELLING, DARK AND DAZZLING" Katherine Webb, author of The Legacy… (more)
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I fell in love with the heroine. Phoebe Turner was just seventeen years old, and she was warm bright and thoughtful. In some ways she was very mature for her years, but in
Phoebe grew up, in the East End of London, with her mother and her aunt. Maud, her mother, was a member of The Hallelujah Army, set upon promoting that society’s ideals and protecting her daughter from the many evils of the world. Those evils included the music hall where her sister, Phoebe’s Aunt Cissy sang …
Essie Fox paints Phoebe’s world wonderfully. There is a wealth of detail that brings the streets, the homes, and most of all the music hall, to life. She clearly has so much knowledge and love, but she wears it lightly and it brings the story to life quite wonderfully.
And it was clear that there was a story to be told, and secrets to be uncovered.
Phoebe loved her aunt and her aunt’s theatrical friends, and she was devastated when Cissy, suddenly, died. Maude was devastated too, at having to cope without the income that Cissy earned for the household, and she struggled. Maybe that was why she accepted an offer from Mr Samuels, a wealthy friend of Cissy’s who she had always treated with disdain, for Phoebe to become the companion of his invalid wife …
And so the story opened up. There were more wonderful pictures of another, very different, aspect of Victorian England. And there were more vivid, complex characters to meet. Phoebe knew that she would miss her home and her loved ones, but she was curious about what lay ahead. I felt just the same.
Phoebe travelled to a grand estate in Hertfordshire. Dinwood Court was a splendid gothic mansion, set in magnificent countryside, but both house and occupants were haunted by the strange death of Esther, the young daughter of the house …
At Dinwood Court I heard the echoes of other novels of Victorian England. They were lovely to hear, and I realised that Essie Fox had wonderful influences, influences that she had acknowledged and then taken to make something new of her own.
I loved watching Phoebe as she uncovered the secrets of the past, and as she learned and grew up.
The plotting was very clever and, though I worked out some of the things that would happen, others took me by surprise. In particular, the concluding chapters took the story in a direction that I hadn’t expected at all, but a direction that was completely right.
That kept the pages turning, and so did the lovely writing, the pitch perfect characters and settings, the wealth of knowledge that underpinned the story, and that very clever theme set in the title that wrapped around everything.
The Sonambulist is a wonderful debut novel, intelligent and so very readable.
I am already looking forward to whatever Essie Fox writes next.
The Somnambulist is set in London and Herefordshire and is a sort of Victorian historical melodrama combined with a coming of age tale, with the theatre, a big country house, issues of inheritance and betrayal, and several disturbing secrets. Despite its size, I found the story quite compelling and flew through nearly 400 pages very easily.
Phoebe develops into a great character in the course of the story. Mama is a member of the Hallelujah Army, campaigning against the sinful theatres, whereas Phoebe has identified herself with Cissie, enjoying the occasional secret trip to the music hall. She feels pressured into accepting what happens to her at the start of the novel, but throughout, she takes every opportunity to find out what is happening, listening to conversations and chatting to the Samuels' servants. Towards the end of the story, she has become a tough, independent young woman who has learned much from her own family and from the Samuels, and can make her own choices.
The other characters in the story are also interesting and complex, as Phoebe frequently sees different facets of the people around her. I thought the portrait of Phoebe's difficult and changing relationship with her mother, as she takes on very different values and perceptions, was particularly well portrayed.
The Somnambulist is a story of places as well as people, with several different settings, including a middle class home in Bow, the theatres and music halls, the East End and the Samuels' great house, Dinwood Court, in the Herefordshire countryside. I really loved the Author's Note at the end of the book, an 11 page account of the places and other bits of the historical background to her story. Wilton's Music Hall in London's East End and Tredegar Square, Bow where Phoebe and her family live, the nearby Victoria Park and others are real places which still exist. Dinwood Court, is apparently based on Hampton Court and two other nearby stately homes. Fox also credits some online sources for her research, and admits where she has taken liberties with reality and changed things for the purposes of her story. The title of the novel is taken from a painting by Millais, showing a woman sleepwalking.
The Somnambulist is an engaging, intelligent good read which might well appeal to those who like Sarah Waters, Charles Dickens and other contemporary and historical writers who have set their fiction in Victorian London. I recommend it and will certainly read Essie Fox's future work.
The novel is quite well set up, with a household of women divided between association with the music hall, and a devotion to the 'Hallelujah Army' (a very thinly disguised Salvation Army) The elements are there for gothic mystery - two very different sisters; a daughter that seems to have far more affinity with her aunt than her mother; a dead father. Then, when Phoebe the daughter sneaks out to the wicked music hall with her aunt Cissy who is making her comeback, both Phoebe and the reader are introduced to dangerous new people and feelings.
Sadly, the assurance of the beginning is not sustained. We could forgive the extremely obvious 'secret' of Phoebe's birth if there was something more behind it, or if Essie Fox made proper use of the device whereby the reader can see and understand more than the narrator. But Phoebe just seems rather stupid, and there is no tension at all, each 'revelation' is more of an annoyance than a surprise.
Essie Fox knows a great deal about the era, and the incidental detail is good, but the prose feels rather laboured, and she uses some very irritating anachronisms in her language that are jarring and feel lazy (I won't go into them - it makes me look like a pedant!) People who have compared her with Sarah Waters should look more carefully at the differences in ther command of language.
Overall the book is rather too long, and the plot is not taut enough - it needed to be edited more severely. I wanted to like it, but I must confess to a feeling of relief that I've finally finished it.
This is quite a classic style Victorian
I felt it got off to a slow start, but picked up again and then dipped to the point where I was quite bored by it and wanted it to end. It's a book of ups and downs for me, as I enjoyed some parts and not others. I don't think it's a particularly strong story really, and it maybe lacked something because it was all in the first person, so lost a bit of the emotion.
It wasn't a total disaster for me, hence the three stars, but certainly not a book I would rave about.
True the atmosphere was captured well for the variety music halls in the Victorian era, and the various locations around the East End of London, the characters were equally menacing
Pushed from pillar to post, I wanted to shake her.
Sorry, not for me
It is during one such music hall outing that Phoebe first sees the enigmatic Nathaniel Samuels. She immediately notices the effect his presence has on her aunt Cissy – and here is the mystery which this novel unravels for us. What is, or was, Mr Samuel’s relationship with Cissy? And why does Maud hate him so? And what is his interest in Phoebe?
I loved this book – it’s a 5* read for me. I loved the pace, the slow unfolding of the tale. I loved all the colourful characters. I found the “voice” of Phoebe convincing and easy to empathise with, and I was fascinated by her journey from obedient daughter to independent and successful young woman.
However, what particularly stands out, for me, is the quality of the descriptive writing; here’s an example where Phoebe and her aunt Cissy are in a cemetery on a winter afternoon:
“That fog drifted through skeletal trees like ghosts, like fingers of smoke tracing names of the dead, where smog-blackened graves sprouted out of the ground: a giant’s monstrous mouldering teeth”
It’s just so atmospheric! And it is an atmospheric book – dark and brooding in places; a real Victorian gothic mystery.
But it is also more than that. To be honest, Cissy’s secret is pretty easy to guess early on in the book. The story gives us more than just the unfolding of a mystery. It also lets us see how that secret affected the lives of so many people; there’s a sort of ripple effect as one action leads to another, so that layers of cause and effect and culpability are gradually revealed for us.
As I say, it’s a 5* read for me – highly recommended. And I look forward with interest to Essie Fox’s next book!
I thought it a little over-long - the pace flagged a bit at one stage, but it does enough to keep you involved nonetheless. On balance, a good read.
Fox has written a real potboiler, I guess trying to emulate the melodramas of Collins and Dickens; convoluted, interwoven plots, where nothing should be taken for granted, but all is revealed in the end. I didn't dislike the book, but I did find the narrative rather wearing after a while; it was as though the author was trying too hard to convince the reader that she had all the gothic ingredients and wasn't afraid to use them generously. Most of the book is told by Phoebe, but there are some stylistically clunky chapters told in the third person, and this compounded an uneven narrative. But on the whole the dialogue was convincing, and most of the characters rang true.
This isn't a badly written book, but I felt that it tried too hard...coincidence after coincidence followed one after the other, and on reflection there was probably one or two too many. It may have been best to have left a few loose ends loose, tying them all up seemed to stretch credibility too far, even allowing for the type of novel it is; the explanatory backstory concerning Mr Stephens is a case in point.
I was drawn to The Somnabulist because of its subject matter and because I love historical fiction, but there are better writers out there doing this sort of stuff - Sarah Waters, Barbara Ewing and Andrew Taylor, to name just a few. Still, I'd definitely read another book by Essie Fox and she's one to watch.
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