F. Scott Fitzgerald observed, “The rich are different from you and me.” More so than today, in past eras, along with the privileges and trappings of wealth came certain prescribed social expectations. The tension between one willful young woman’s desires and the rules of genteel society supplies the main plot dynamics in J.F. Collen’s elegantly conceived historical novel, “Flirtation on the Hudson.”
Readers meet Cornelia “Nellie” Entwhistle in 1847, when she is seven years old. Nellie is the middle of three daughters in her family, which also has four boys. James Entwhistle, the Irish patriarch of the clan, is an engineer for New York City’s aqueduct system. He provides the family with a comfortable material life, while Gertrude, his German wife (Mutter to the children), oversees the girls’ indoctrination into the patrician culture of New York’s elite. They live in a bucolic homestead near the Hudson River in Sing Sing.
Mrs. Entwhistle struggles to manage Nellie’s natural energy and inquisitiveness in ways that comply with a respectable ingenue’s code of conduct. For example, she is a stickler concerning where Nellie may go, in whose company, and when a chaperone is required. Still, she laments of Nellie, “I never did see a girl so carried away with her ruminations.”
In particular, Mutter is lukewarm regarding her daughter’s informal apprenticeship to a local midwife, despite Nellie’s insistence, “But Midwife Rafferty is so interesting, while we pick, she sorts the plants, groups them according to medicinal properties, and teaches their use… I desire Mrs. Rafferty’s full instruction in the science of midwifery.”
When Nellie becomes a debutante and takes her place in society, she entertains an abundance of suitors seeking her hand, especially among the gentlemen cadets from West Point. She has been schooled into how to subtly signal her interest, such as by strategically dropping her handkerchief so a selected gentleman can pick it up for her. However, her playful impulses sometimes get the better of her, as in an incident she refers to the “debacle of West Point,” where after an evening of quaffing “Hot Flips” she escapes from a slightly seedy campus bar via the window. Nellie wonders, “When will I learn some restraint?”
Apart from Nellie’s dramas with cadets of greater and lesser moral character, this novel ripples with vivid imagery of a distinctive place and an era replete with grandeur. For example, Nellie’s enchantment at the milieu of a grand cotillion evokes a wondrous scene:
“The smells inside were as intoxicating as the crisp air had been. The aroma of cinnamon was wafting up the stairs… Candle lighters walked gingerly about, carefully adding new candles to every freshly polished sterling silver holder, all the large chandeliers, and the many-mirrored sconces that outlined the perimeter of the ballroom. The sterling shone, the chandeliers sparkled, and the mirrors reflected and refracted the light, spreading throughout the beautiful rooms. At last, the grand house glowed with hundreds of lit candelabras. The effect was spellbinding.”
Such descriptions fuel the imagination in striking ways. I got swept up in the spectacle.
I do have a couple quibbles. Historical romance not being my typical reading fare, I’m not schooled in its conventions, so I’ll simply observe that there’s plenty of room for character development. Also, peculiarly, each chapter has its own title, and, contrary to the engrossing historical spirit of the narrative, some echo contemporary memes, such as “Don’t Know Much History” and “Trapped Between the Moon and New York City,” which feels incongruous.
This is the first installment in the author’s “Journey of Cornelia Rose” series. I expect the characters to grow as their adventures continue, and the scenes of their future exploits to be as vividly rendered as those herein.