Wicked Wave of Death! Young, ripe, and penniless, Barbara Ashe was swept by powerful emotions into a marriage with the rich, wildly romantic Duke of Kenton. But soon she was shocked by his evil society friends, mortified by his bursting hot-tempered fits, and plagued by the fear that his worsening heart condition was more than simply the gypsy curse on the men of Kenton. Taunted by her suspicions through chilling, dark nights, she began to trust no one. Someone in that ominous castle was planning murder - and each moment marched Barbara closer to the awful truth!
Janet Louise Roberts was born on January 20, 1925, in New Britain Connecticut, the daughter of a missionary in a conservative church. She wrote contemporary, historical, and gothic romances, as well as occult horror romances such as The Devil’s Own, Isle of the Dolphins, Lord Satan, and Her Demon Lover. She used pseudonyms for several of her works.
I haven’t read too many gothic romances, but The Curse of Kenton is definitely one of the better ones in my reading history. My Avon first edition features the typical gothic cover, with a heroine (wrong hair color alert: she’s brunette, not blonde) screaming in terror as she runs away from a dark castle, in this case, Castle Kenton, a place shrouded in a dreadful mystery, as is always the case in these gothics.
Barbara Ashe is an orphan who works as a pharmacist for a country doctor. One day two dashing lords come racing through town, and the darkly handsome Duke of Kenton requires her services as he is gravely ill. Gilbert is a veteran of the Napoleonic Wars and suffers from a secret, fatal malady which makes him bitter and dissolute.
Despite her better judgment, Barbara falls for the Duke and they are quickly married, Gilbert needing an heir before he dies. What follows is a great gothic romance, filled with secrets and a cruel hero who straddles the lines between romantic, tragically condemned to fate, and villainous. Gilbert parties it up with friends, engaging in drunken orgies. But Barbara is no shrinking violet meekly accepting her husband's peccadilloes. What makes this book so very good is Barbara’s strong, resilient character, who won’t put up with her husband’s licentious debaucheries nor placidly accept his belief that his disease is incurable. “The Kenton bad temper is not going to kill my husband! I have resolved on that!”
As is usual in these books things are not always what they seem as horrific, hidden mysteries are slowly revealed to a shocking denouement.
4 ½ stars rounded up for a great heroine with a backbone.
Dumb. The one thing I liked was how she saves his life—literally—by the midway point, which he repays by saving her life—literally—in the climax. But the characters were dumb, their emotional development (or lack thereof) was dumb, & the villainy was dumb…too much dumbness overall. It could’ve been a decent pulp in the hands of a better author, but JLR’s characters are flatter-than-flat & their dialogue is frequently stilted or idiotic. That’s just how she rolls, & I’ll likely avoid her books from now on; this + four previous chances is more than enough to know her style doesn’t agree with me.
Also: please note that Bob McGinnis cover. Normally I love his work, but this one is uninspired & dull…much like the book itself. Oh, snap. :P
This was a gothic-like historical oddity. First published in 1972, it should have stayed in 1972.
The dukes of Kenton were cursed. The men died before the age of 25. Gilbert, the current D of K, had run away to sea as a boy (he had a very unhappy childhood after his parents died) and eventually fought with Wellington.
He’s back. He’s bad. And he is dying. From the curse, or so Ms. Roberts would have you believe.
I didn’t.
Of course, they escape and live happily ever after. But there is no epilogue and this story needed an epilogue.