All the ingredients Cookson used to cook up her historical romantic tragedies are present in ‘The Year of the Virgins’ set in northeast England in the 1960s. There are dysfunctional families, class disparities, racial prejudices, religious liberalism versus conservatism, sickness and death, sexual promiscuity and—eventually—heartfelt romantic love. But this work is probably one of the author’s darker, more somber, stories because it involves a mother’s incestuous attraction and possessiveness for her son. Her eldest son, Stephen, whom she rejected, was born behaviorally challenged. Her husband, Daniel, thought an adopted son could give her a child to cherish but the boy, Joe, she also rejected. The second son she gave birth to, Don, became the only child who fulfilled her expectations. But as he reached maturity she would not give him the freedom to find his own happiness. By her insane jealousy she resented and interfered in his relationship with any girl he would choose to marry.
Most of Cookson’s books have a strong female character. In this case it is the mother, Winifred, who is not only strong-willed but mentally and emotionally obsessed. Sinister, in fact. The reader can be thankful that in the periphery are two caring women, her sister Flo and her hired cook Maggie. Winifred’s husband, Daniel, and adopted son Joe, are also positive and caring influences. And then there is Father Ramshaw who is Daniel’s best friend and the most open-minded and loving priest in any diocese Cookson has conjured up. Flo’s fiancé, Harvey, a highly educated black man, injects humor, tolerance and compassion into any situation.
I did not enjoy this book as well as other Cookson novels I have read. It had a lot of expectation of dread and little joy. But, to be fair, it is a well-written book with a credible plot which gives the reader food for serious thought to its very last page. Three and a half stars.