Here at the shuff-off, I ask you to think about Nemo.
Yes, Nemo, the young clownfish famously lost in the Disney movie. (A movie I watched a thousand times when our first granddaughter was a tot.)
Remember what happens in the movie’s opening moments?
Right, a shaggin’ barracuda attacks and kills — gobbles up, I suppose — Mommy clownfish and all her unhatched eggs except the one destined to become Nemo.
For frig sake, even before birth, Nemo is motherless.
Hold the thought.
In the first chapter of The Girls of Belvedere [Flanker Press] we learn Kitty Murphy’s mother has died, leaving Kitty nearly as bad off as Nemo. But she has siblings.
Both Kitty and Nemo have fathers. However, Nemo’s father, Marlin, is the better dad. Marlin commits himself one hundred per cent to finding his lost son. Ryan Murphy, on the other hand, ships Kitty and her sister Hannah off to Belvedere orphanage, boards his schooner and ships (!) off to Boston or Barbados or some such foreign place.
Pretty miserable of him, eh b’ys?
At Belvedere, Kitty meets Sister Mary, the nastiest nun on the planet, a nun who “listened to the sound of her own shoes on the hard, polished floor and decided that it was good.”
Flip back a few pages.
Even before she is placed in Sister Mary’s strict care, Kitty has suffered the wrath of the Old Woman, her wicked — not stepmother — grandmother.
Early on, when Kitty suggests she live with an aunt rather than enter Belvedere, the Old Woman gives Kitty “a slap across her face for her audacity.”
Not a nice nanny, eh b’ys?
Back to Belvedere.
The sun hasn’t set on Kitty’s first day at the orphanage before she encounters a prefect named Gertrude, the leader of a clique of mean girls.
And guess what.
In no time at all, Dirty Gertie gives Kitty a smack in the mouth.
Enough of this brutality. Let’s lighten things up and step into Belvedere’s cemetery.
My Missus, my Dearest Duck, (who read this novel before me and pronounced it gem-dandy) and her best friend, the cemetery caretaker’s daughter, played among the Belvedere tombstones when they were children.
Truly.
Said pair of Rabbit Town urchins peered over the orphanage’s wrought iron fence and sometimes watched — with biblical enviousness, mind you — orphan girls playing with brand new dolls.
Brand new, three-foot-tall walking dolls, which, unbeknownst to the jealous urchins, were charitable gifts from the American servicemen stationed in St. John’s, not gifts from Santa Claus or kindly nuns.
Sometimes this book is as bleak as a Charles Dickens tome. Harder knocks are hammered atop hard knocks, if that makes a grain of sense. Readers will brandish fists and rail at the Fates — “For the love of God, b’ys, give ‘er a break.”
But there are no breaks for Kitty, unless you count the broken nose and loosened teeth Sister Mary gives her because of … well, you’ll have to read and see.
Don’t get me wrong. Girls of Belvedere is a top-shelf book. Despite its darkness, there is ultimately triumph over evil. Time after time, Kitty rebounds, a feat not easily done in a world where “Women must plan far ahead because life is full of twists and turns.”
Fortunately, just when you’re nearly mad enough to spit, there’s a bit that generates a chuckle.
For instance…
While back home for a summer visit among dozens of cousins, Kitty discovers no topics are off limits. This crowd, she learns, “would ask you the colour of your drawers.”
Big smile.
Thank you for reading.