I couldn’t resist re-reading this delightful novel, and I am even more in awe.
Miss Buncle’s Book is at first an easy read, deceptively so, immersive and so much fun. The story is simple and yet, there is so much more to savour (if you want to).
First, the narration, seemingly a third person, following one person after another, dipping in their thoughts and witnessing their actions, but Stevenson goes a lot further. She mimics their voices, through free indirect speech for instance, giving the narration a very oral quality. And the dialogues are as stellar. There is also a narrator (the author?), often addressing the reader, and this meta quality is mirrored in the plot.
Stevenson succeeds in creating various plot lines that she intertwines with great dexterity and humour. What IS fascinating is how she literally wrote .".. a novel about a woman who wrote a novel about a woman who wrote a novel - it was like a recurring decimal or perhaps even more like a perspective of mirrors such as tailor’s use, in which the woman and her novel were reflected back and forth to infinity."
I could imagine Stevenson having so much fun, imagining the ‘real’ world of Silverstream and the ‘fictional’ one of Copperfield, concocting brilliant variations of names (Mr Fortnum becoming Mr Mason, Mr Abbot, Mr Nun, and so forth...), making the real world follow the fictional and vice versa. She also commented on the art of writing, the world of publishing, and the reaction of readers and reviewers - all seen through this comedic lens. Stevenson also added some unexpected depth by adding references to postpartum depression and abusive husbands. There is even the happy portrayal of a gay couple who is accepted as part of the village tapestry. And all this is done so expertly and effortlessly, in 1934.
As I said, you could enjoy this on two different levels, both amazing. It’s become one of my all time favourites :O)