Like most books by Jean Plaidy, “The Sun in Splendour” had the potential of being much better. Having now read the entire Plantagenet saga, I rate this the second worse after the previous novel.
The Wars of the Roses was a fascinating and complex period in English history. It’s the period I’m most knowledgeable about, therefore I can state that this novel is more like a substandard biography.
The author had the material to up the pace and present the reader with intrigue, conflict, action, bloodshed, battles, and develop the main characters. Sadly, what comes to the fore is repetition of information, lame attempts at conflict, underplayed action scenes, and poor character development.
Edward IV and Richard III led such eventful lives that one novel could never do their stories justice. As with all previous books in the Plantagenet series, the author’s need to pack several decades of history into one volume results in a serious rush job. While I like fast-paced novels, I dislike rushing over bland scenes that should’ve been dramatized.
The main reason why Plaidy’s works are so dry is because there’s far too much *telling*, as opposed to *showing*. Many times in this book the reader is told what happened in a few sentences, when the author could’ve dramatized scenes to show what happened.
Below is an example of blatant telling:
> She went to his bedchamber and imperiously dismissed those who were in attendance.<
We’re also told, not shown, what characters are like. Take this for an example:
> He was arrogant in the extreme and he wanted her to know that he was the master.<
The above is also a clunky sentence, something else Plaidy’s guilty of, which results from her continuous use of the passive voice. It’s always, “The hands of the king”, as opposed to the active voice: “The king’s hands”.
Passive voice = passive prose.
Below is arguably the most poorly constructed sentence in the whole book, reflecting a complete lack of thought for sentence structure:
>So to Middleham to be brought up in Warwick's household Richard had been sent.>
Some of the character exchanges are good, but most lack substance. At times, we don’t even know where conversations are transpiring. A new scene opens with two characters talking, yet there’s no sense of place. The author/narrator hasn’t given a shred of detail where the characters are. It’s like they’re floating in limbo. This is poor imagery. At least have them seated at a table, or lying in bed, or taking a walk – anything to give the reader a sense of place to visualise the scene.
For example, one scene opens with: > Edward listened thoughtfully to what had occurred.< This is followed by dialogue between Edward and Richard with no detail on where they are.
The most underwhelming aspect of the previous book is Ms Plaidy’s approach to the famous battles that made up the Wars of the Roses. Not as many conflicts feature during the history covered in this novel, but any battles that do appear are summed up like footnotes, in about four sentences, and we don’t see a drop of blood.
Because of this, I didn’t have high expectations for the Battle of Bosworth. Although it’s longer than four sentences, it’s still blatant telling. I don’t feel what Richard III is feeling. I don’t see what he sees. I hear no clashes of steel. I sense no tension whatsoever. This major battle offers no excitement, no sense of “do or die”.
Even the famous charge down Ambien Hill is missing, while Richard Ratcliffe dies twice – when someone’s described as having gone “down”, I take it to mean “dead”, so it’s confusing when a character’s described as having gone down one minute, and then he’s back in the fray the next.
Maybe Jean Plaidy was squeamish when it comes to describing men hacking each other to death, I don’t know, but why write on the Wars of the Roses if those battles that constituted the conflict between Lancaster and York are reduced to mini synopses?
Unusual for Plaidy, she makes several little historical errors, such as referring to Edward V as thirteen when he was really twelve. Also, she refers to Richard’s “Clarence nephews, Warwick and Lincoln”. Warwick was Richard’s sole Clarence nephew, while Lincoln – John de la Pole – was his sister Elizabeth’s son. This is probably owing to the author rushing through the book so she could start writing another.
Something about Jean Plaidy’s books keep me coming back for more. Perhaps it’s her obvious love for English history, which I share, that draws me back. I wish she’d focused less on turning out as greater quantity of novels as possible and concentrated more on quality writing..
Some of her novels do hit the mark, but “The Sun in Splendour” is another that feels like an unedited second draft.