Discounted | Disrespectful | I finished the book and then waited to write this review until I had finished a nonfiction book about Eleanor and Sarah, because I was already annoyed at the false presentations of them in Grumbach's "novel", but wanted to be fair and make sure she really did just tell a bunch of lies about real people, before I claimed that's what she did. Turns out, yes, that's what she did.
First, let's address calling this "a novel" so that she didn't have to bother being honest about actual human beings who had real lives. If a book doesn't have any sort of plot or narrative structure, it is not a novel. There is no arc here, just a straightforward recitation of who the ladies allegedly were, how they came to be together, and how they spent their time once they were settled, mostly a list of money spent and people either offended or allowed to visit briefly. That's fine for biography. It does not a novel make.
But of course, in a biography you have to write what really happened. Eleanor's father, in real life, liked her just fine, she was his third child not a first long-desired offspring in whom all his hopes for an heir resided, and she was followed just a year later by a brother, not 12 years later by a sister. Her mother was focused on the title, but the father was kind. There is no indication that she masturbated to climax on the back of a statue multiple times a day.
The ladies became friends when Sarah was 13 and Eleanor was 29, but that friendship then grew over the course of five years of discussing books and learning French, with Sarah going back to her guardians at the age of 18. Three years after that, the two became regular secret correspondents (not uncommon among young ladies of the time), and 18 months after that their correspondence became known to their families. Sarah was 23 when they decided to take the example of the French philosophers they had long been reading, and retire from society. A woman in her mid-30s did not entice a teenager into running away with her.
The journal of their two years travelling in Wales before settling down was kept by Sarah, not Eleanor, and they both kept them once they settled down. They weren't immediately sending letters back home asking for money, since no money had been promised to them and Eleanor had not been forced to swear not to contact her family. Mary Carryll was with them from the start, they didn't wait a couple years before sending for her, and her strong-arm background and attitude is entirely invented. They did not refuse all visitors in early days, inviting the landlord and the owner of the local inn into the kitchen, and hosting friends and family in the first year in Plas Newydd. A close family friend who was very involved in the elopement stayed two weeks during the second summer, during which they had others in for dinner and visited at fine houses, and after which Eleanor wrote asking the friend to come stay again. They stayed overnight with friends outside of Llangollen on several occasions. Mrs Tighe came to stay, and was charmed by the cottage. Eleanor's sister in law came for a lovely visit.
Grumbach places certain events very specifically in the wrong time, to create a different sense of their life. Queen Charlotte asked for plans of the cottage and gardens within the first five years, not decades later. The widow Paulet, never having met them, offered to join their household in year three, not near the end of their lives. She gives a specific and very wrong year to the death of Mary Caryll, and follows it with confusion on the date of Eleanor's (Eleanor lived 20 years after Mary died, and Sarah did die two years after Eleanor, but the years given are all mixed up).
Despite Grumbach's inventions, the journals make no references, plain, coy, or coded, to sexual intimacy between the ladies.
But the worst is the way that Grumbach has turned Eleanor into such a bitch. In reality it was Eleanor who woke in the night with nightmares that Sarah soothed away. Eleanor who considered herself unable to face difficulties, while Sarah took care of them. And Eleanor who insisted that a neighbor's dog not be shot because of the sadness she saw on its owner's face. Both were the delight of village children until the end of their lives.
If Grumbach wanted to create completely fictional characters, she could easily have done so, giving them new names and mentioning Eleanor and Sarah, and their real lives, as her point of inspiration. To write an entire book that reads as biography while being full of falsehoods and representing real people badly, is unfair and unworthy of any good writer. People will read this and think it actually tells their story, which is disrespectful to the women they really were, the love they shared, and the warm home they created together.