Apologies for my recent absence. Husband and I have been resolved to start living healthier, so we've been doing a lot of active things this week. So far, so good!
Today I wanted to mention a book I just read,
The Wandering Heart. I picked this up at the library because I occasionally do keyword searches in Amazon to see if there are any new PRB source books. The description on Amazon of this book mentioned that one of the characters had an affair with Rossetti, and I was intrigued. I wasn't expecting the book itself to be so good!
I like to describe it as a combination of
Mortal Love with
Possession...add a dash of the amazing film,
The Innocents. In this tale, a modern history professor is given a chance to catalogue and document a collection of items gathered by a member of Cook's sea voyages. The collector was a member of an upstanding British aristocratic family, and thus the setting becomes deliciously gothic, as she travels to a family castle, and explores it. The plot thickens as she sorts through the family memorabilia, and discovers poetry written in almost every century repeating the same line: "Where is his heart?" She thus uncovers a family curse, and realizes she may be at more risk than she thought.
The book is really outstandingly written, combining historic details and gothic creepiness. I read large portions of it late at night, and felt a bit nervous to turn out the light.
My only complaint about the book is the author's heavy-handed discussion of the morality of the aristocracy. Because frankly, I'm in disagreement with her on the issue, and it took me out of the tale quite abruptly every time she insisted on cramming her message down my throat. But otherwise, the book was absolutely divine.
The Rossetti connection in the story comes from a family member who lived in the late 1800s. She became Rossetti's lover after Lizzie Siddal died, and stayed with him through his dark times until he died. A portrait Rossetti painted of her plays prominently in the story, and I enjoyed the author's description of a nonexistent, very Rossetti-sounding painting. Part of me was bemusedly saddened by the concept of this figure existing in Rossetti's life. What if she really had existed? Would Rossetti ever have painted Jane Morris, or had an affair with her? Would Jane have just found someone else, or would the Morris marriage be strengthened? My interest in the Pre-Raphaelites distracted me from the novel's story for a little while as I pondered the implications.
