"If every family chooses someone to punish, I was the one chosen by mine. Mr. Harding, for instance. When he came to lunch, Ma always put him next to me. Why me? I wanted to know. Why not Miranda, she's a freak herself? Every night Miranda woke up screaming that the Germans were coming for her over a wall."
And there you have all the important storylines of The Servants' Quarters introduced in the first sentence. Ten-year-old Cressida lives in South Africa post WWII, although the war could hardly be closer to someone not even born before it ended. Most of the adult men in the novel have been affected by it to some degree, none more than Mr. Harding, who sustained horrible facial burns when his plane was shot down. Cressida's father, although virtually a vegetable (tangentially connected to the war), has infused his girls, Cressida and Miranda, with a palpable fear of what could happen to them, just by virtue of him, and therefore them, being Jewish. Muriel, Cressida's mother, is the town floozy and yet maintains an air of delusional class superiority over the rest of the town and over Cressida as well, whom she obviously enjoys bullying.
When Cressida's parents lose their house and accept Mr. Harding's invitation to live at his estate, albeit in the servants' quarters, she is "hired" by Mr. Harding to infuse his nephew, Edgar, with the same sort of high spiritedness that she has. More easily said than done. If that sounds just a tad familiar -- young person from wrong side of tracks hired by freaky recluse to entertain distant relative -- Freed has Mr. Harding hand Cressida a copy of Great Expectations, just to make sure you didn't miss the reference. Other obvious cultural touchstones Freed includes are Jane Eyre and Lolita, while Cressida reminded me a great deal of Briony from Atonement.
Three-quarters of the way through the book, I thought, What a great summer read. Freed's writing is fluid and her storytelling makes one keep turning the pages. (I read it in about two days.) But the last section lost me. I just couldn't get on board with the pivotal romantic relationship in the story. And then Freed's wonderful writing came to a screeching halt with this exchange:
"You never asked me to come to your room in the first place!"
"I'd been asking you for years, you little fool, if only you'd been able to see it."
Did Freed take the day off and let someone else write this scene? I don't know, but I'm happy to say there isn't any other portion of the book that is this painful to read.
Also disappointing was that although the novel is set in South Africa, one learns very little about the country and the people, as virtually all the action takes place on the Harding estate.