I wanted to start this year reading a genre that I usually keep away from, because sometimes it's important to explore that which you find tedious, because it might (or might not) help you see a different world. In the spirit of this endeavor I picked up Wives and Lovers, and Lord! it was quite a task. Perhaps I'm being a bit unfair here, but the book just wouldn't get over soon enough!!
I had picked up this title from the second hand book bazaar in Abids (Hyderabad). I wouldn't really call it chick lit - I've read some well written ones - neither can I call it pulp fiction because it's missing a certain element of "lurid" that might put it in that category. So I'm going to settle for calling it a consumerism-romance, and I'll tell you why in a bit.
The core plot in itself is quite basic. The story is set in London, somewhere in the late 80's or early 90's, and revolves around the lives of 3 sisters and their marriage. Victoria, the oldest, is married to a successful lawyer with a high-end life, who nurses political ambitions. Quite predictably, she's trapped in the role of a trophy wife, pandering to the needs of her children, taking care of the house, attending PTAs, and constantly meeting the demands of an ungrateful (and ill tempered) husband. All of this has led to her losing a sense of self, and her only joy lies in spending money on clothes, hair, and expensive furnishings for the house.
The second sister, Clara, has a successful career and is married to an idealistic social worker, but their marriage has lost spark on account of predictability, the loss of romance, work pressure, and other cliches. This eventually leads her to have an affair, and the novel explores the unsavory side of liaisons, and how they can leave a massive mess that takes time and patience to clean up.
The youngest sister, Annie, has the perfect marriage, but finds herself in a sinking situation when she has to deal with the sudden death of her husband, and a resulting bankruptcy that leads to her losing the house. But of course, realism takes a back seat, and feminism throws up in the corner, as she finds herself being rescued by an unlikely guardian angel - a man! Who by the way is rich, hot, and a perfect gentleman who falls hopelessly in love with her at first sight! I'm rolling my eyes so hard right now that I'm pretty sure they've reached the back of my head!
The plot in its basic from isn't half-bad, and might even have spoken for something if it was handled with a bit of maturity and depth. But what kills the book for me is the narrative! I think the author nursed an interest in fashion/interiors, because the paragraphs drone on and on with each chapter, about houses and their interiors, period furniture, color schemes, curtains, and even walls! I think the author hasn't missed describing in detail, one single building that makes an appearance the story, no matter how brief!
As if filling the chapters with the details of buildings and interior design wasn't bad enough, she also commences to describe most of the characters (minor or major) in social gathering scenes, in painful detail, but only with descriptives of what they are wearing and how they are dressed! All of this, makes the overall novel tediously one dimensional. It almost felt like Inside-Outside and Vogue magazine had a glossy covered baby, and I was leafing through it seemingly forever, with a few honest spurts of real writing in between.
But I must be fair, reading this wasn't a completely futile attempt. It did give me a peek into the tiny, consumerism driven world that some enjoy living in. Also, I did learn a few new words in fashion and architecture, which I might have otherwise never known!