Thanks to NetGalley and Random House UK, Cornerstone for a copy of this in exchange for an honest review.
I was super excited to see that a new Katie Fforde book was coming out! Who doesn't love a proper romance? Set in London in the 1960s, A Wedding in the Country sets up a lively narrative with lots of vibrant characters and a vivid backdrop.
This is a charming look at domestic life in 1960s England. There are lovely descriptions of London society life, and the struggles of what it meant to be a young woman during this time. The narrative is peppered with charming details, such as the introduction of garlic to English cooking, and lots of interesting comments on fashion, manners and expectations. Fforde explores relationships of all kinds - familial, romantic, platonic - but the ones that really shine are the friendships between the central women of the novel: there's a real sense of people pulling together to look after each other, which is definitely the kind of message that we need to be singing from the rooftops just now, in a perfect tonic to pandemic life.
While ultimately charming, the narration lets the narrative down: the protagonist, Lizzie, often comes across as frustratingly naive and unlikeable. I would have loved to experience the novel from the point of view of one of the other characters: all of the side characters seem to have a lot more punch and vivaciousness, and I think it could have been a lot more exciting. Instead, we experience the novel from Lizzie's perspective, who as a wallflower seems to be peering into rather than experiencing the world. This felt like a missed trick to me, and even the parts of the novel where there's potential for a lot of action (for example, during the police raid of the bar), the pacing feels flat and Lizzie lacks so much gumption that a plot point that should have left me nervous and excited left me a little bored.
The pacing is a bit of an issue in itself. While lots of scenes are set up to be charmingly descriptive, with real gems of insight into London in the 1960s (I particularly enjoyed the opening scenes at the cookery school where a chef is explaining that olive oil isn't just something you get from the chemist but can be used to enhance your cooking), this often seems to come at the expense of the plot and the pacing. We're given pages of description of how to do the washing up, but when we get close to any action (the dodgy bar, a ball, even the titular wedding) the pacing speeds up incredibly and we're sprinting through the plot, then jumping to a few days later, left feeling dizzy and wondering how we got here and why we're getting another description of buttons and canapes.
It's an enjoyable romance, but even the central love story lacks passion. I wanted to give everyone a shake and imbibe them with a bit of the passion that the roomate Alexandra displays. I would love to read this novel again, but from Alexandra's perspective!