A friend of mine recently dealt with the sale of her childhood home, dating to the late 1700’s, disposing/relocating her 100 year old mother’s 70+ years of collections, memories, sagging floors, failing heating system, faulty wiring - all within the constraints of the local historical preservation society. Against all odds, a young man and his partner bought the house and is restoring it, honoring its past, affirming its place in the future, and I can’t imagine the cost.
All this is to establish a context for this novel I stumbled across and could not stop reading. The details of building, deterioration, and rebuilding are revealed in words and images that only this author, so knowledgeable about design and architecture, could write about so skillfully.
From 1775-2010, from the initial architect, family, extended staff, those whose eyes were focused on family and those, on avarice, self serving, residents by design or accident, this is a novel rich in history, intrigue and humanity. The earliest stages, transporting the stone from Bath and drying it appropriately for cutting and building, captured my attention. The use of the magnificent house by family and military, with the author’s knowledge of history, enriched the plot…”The house contains time. Its walls hold stories.”…”but what is missing are the people to inhabit it.”…”The house slips through the fingers of the family who commissioned it, slips right away from them forever…and in the nick of time, saved.”…”an ominous blood pulses but the house, which is serving honor and is saving it.” Beginning in 1775, each chapter captured the social mores, politics and the universal human issues of the period. Some chapters were brief enough to surface narrow thinking and prejudice and others, broad enough to explain so much more.
How naïve we are in the US about what is involved for a nation to heal from war fought on its soil, physically and emotionally, the impact of a bomb detonated years after the war’s end, the lives changed, the stately homes damaged far beyond what England’s National Trust can assume for responsibility and debt. In the end, war was the challenge, not simply the passage of time. The human cost of war seems overwhelming; to consider one’s “responsibility” to save artifacts is overwhelming to me. Yet, here, saving a history, in the end, prevailed.