The first compliment I'm going to pay this book goes to whoever it was that decided to put these two novellas, This Ground Which Was Secured At Great Expense and The Case of the Overprotective Ass, together in one print collection.
In case this wasn't in the warnings: the first story has a bittersweet, melancholic and brooding atmosphere to it. Fortunately, it was perfectly balanced by the lighthearted, though no less profound, mood of the second. Read the first and then the second - in that order. This is an effective way your heart can survive the book.
If books were humans, Ian McEwan's Atonement would probably be the uncle or the aunt of Charlie Cochrane's first novella in this collection, This Ground Which Was Secured At Great Expense. This aunt - let's assume the book is female - would've told her (probably gay) nephew and said, "If you want to tell a story about two people being in love during wartime, do tell one that holds more optimism and hopefulness, if only to not break someone's heart." And then, in my head, the nephew would respond, "Yes, Aunt, I know love stories are more poignant and beautiful when there's plenty of tragedy around, but I shall do my best to make people smile. Well, smile through tears anyway."
And so the nephew would proceed to narrate the great love stories of a man, Nicholas Southwell, who is healthy enough to go to war and wealthy enough to employ an estate manager named Paul Haskell. Paul also happens to be a Nicholas' childhood friend, with whom he's been in love for a long while. When Nicholas decides to join the war, he leaves Paul behind, resigned to the fact that he would never be with Paul as a lover. But an encounter with his new partner on the frontline, Phillip Taylor, changes the status quo and gives him renewed hope. That is, if he survives the war and his perplexing attraction for Phillip.
"It's a love triangle of sorts," the nephew would continue to say, "and it will have a few deaths. It is wartime, after all. And then there's a part where Nicholas gets infatuated and goes to bed with the wrong man, which will make some people bite their nails in anxiety. But don't worry; everything will sort itself out in the end!" He would pause and hold his aunt's gaze for a moment or two. Then he would say, "Do you disagree with this, Aunt?"
Then I imagine the Aunt would say, "Very well, nephew. That will do. Quite brilliantly, in fact!"
Anthropomorphism aside, Ms. Cochrane proves that she excels at writing historical stories. Historical romance in the M/M genre deserves more recognition because the quality of work produced by the likes of Ms. Cochrane and her contemporaries are top notch. When you read a historical romance by Charlie Cochrane, the emphasis is actually on 'history' instead of on 'romance'. Although this is not to say the romance is not important - as always, her love stories are not only delightful to digest but also sensible and devoid of toothache-inducing tropes that usually make the romance genre's bed.
The picture she paints of the situations at the trenches were so vivid that it was like being transported back to the times the Great War. It's not so much the historical details that makes it so but the words and expressions used that sends readers to that particular era. At times flowery and whimsical, but never out of character, time and place, Charlie Cochrane's words manage to tug the heartstrings, twist the gut and push liquid out of the ducts. And some of the events that took place in the book just plain punch the emotional stuffing out of you.
The Case of the Overprotective Ass, on the other hand, would probably be the direct descendant of any of Oscar Wilde's works that grew up watching classic movies and reading his great great grandfather's friend Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories. (I'd also imagine, this novella would also bear a very close physical resemblance to Ben Barnes. But that's just my overactive imagination talking.)
This fifth generation Sherlock-fanboy Wilde would say, "This may be a story about two actors impersonating Holmes and Watson for the camera who also decide to play detectives in real life, but at the core, it's also about how to be a gay celebrity who's in love with your best friend in the '40s! Fun, eh?"
Half of the novella sees Alasdair Hamilton and Toby Bowe, recurring characters from Ms. Cochrane's previous works, investigating the case of a missing person. This is the fun part... and not only because I suspect there's a vague review for the modern interpretations of Sherlock Holmes stories on screen there! But it's also because Alasdair and Toby, whom I already knew and liked from previous stories, have the most delicious banters and do the most outrageous things. I don't actually know how movie actors live in the '40s but going by Alasdair and Toby, they seem to have a lot more freedom and fun than paparazzi-hounded actors of today's world. (This is good, seeing as the other aspects of their lives as famous people are less enjoyable.)
One thing that struck me as amusing was how similar they are to Orlando Coppersmith and Jonty Stewart, the heroes of Charlie Cochrane's Cambridge series. I kept expecting their paths would cross, as I think the universe all four men exist in is one and the same, and Alasdair and Toby would receive technical advice from the 'original' Holmes and Watson impersonators, Orlando and Jonty. Alas, that didn't happen... although I'm keeping my hopes up for Alasdair and Toby's next adventure!
The not so fun part of the book is where the realization that these two heroes are still pretty much locked in the closet finally surfaces. Throughout the story, we hear Alasdair and Toby discuss their concerns of their 'secret' being found out. They had to continuously take precautions to avoid being caught and devise ways to thwart public attention and suspicion. Beneath the banter, the humor and the adventure, there's underlying sadness that these men still have to hide who they are.
Despite that bit of melancholic note, the mixing of comedy, action and emotion in this novella is typical Cochrane. It's an entertaining post-WWII romp that will provide giggles and squeals and at the same time make you wish you had Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes movie on standby. Alasdair and Toby's story can prove to be just as addictive to follow as Jonty and Orlando's, so I do hope they will appear again in Ms. Cochrane's future stories.
But, really, any future story - tragic or funny - from Charlie Cochrane will be welcome in my bookshelf. She's that good of a writer and one whose works deserve more than a few re-reads. And even as I end this review, I've already started thumbing the first few pages of that delicious novel called Lessons In Love... no mystery there.