XXI
Book Title: "Sleeping Tiger"
Author: Rosamunde Pilcher
Page Count: 186
First Published: 1967
Rating: superfunk - golden - sweet - blah - superblah - blergh - goatfood
Spoilers yadda yadda.
It's Electra complex week on koboldmaki.livejournal.com, apparently. Selina has never known her parents -- her father fell in the war, and her mother died in birth. Shortly before she marries the man her grandmother, who brought her up, picked out for her, she discovers on the back of a book a man with a striking likeness to the only photograph of her father she knows. And she wants to meet this man, called George, by the way, before she can give her whole life away. So she packs up and leaves for a little island on the coast of Spain. Once there, she looses her luggage, has all her money stolen, and manages only by her innocent charm to even get to the man she suspects is her father. He, of course, isn't. But he does take her in, helpless as she is, and well. In the end they get married. She marries the man she thought was her father. There you have it. What I liked was that, as opposed to "The Empty House", this felt fairly modern. And it's the older of the two, how strange, right? But it is set in a world of artists and free thinking expatriates on a small island, so that probably accounts for it. I was quite fond of George's other love interest, who reminded me of what I read about Peggy Guggenheim, but she of course gets the "other woman treatment", meaning she's never heard of again. I also liked the sudden cold splash of reality when Selina pretends to have lost her passport and everyone is afraid she will get arrested for it. My parents had the same experience on a holiday in Spain in the early seventies once. Anyway, let's not get political about Rosamunde Pilcher, let's just say that, between the whole marrying ones father thing and the novel not being set in England, it's just not as good as "The Empty House", nor any of the movies I've seen. Thankfully, my mother's collection of Pilchers is quite extensive, and I can jump right into the next one if I want to.
Author: Rosamunde Pilcher
Page Count: 186
First Published: 1967
Rating: superfunk - golden - sweet - blah - superblah - blergh - goatfood
Spoilers yadda yadda.
It's Electra complex week on koboldmaki.livejournal.com, apparently. Selina has never known her parents -- her father fell in the war, and her mother died in birth. Shortly before she marries the man her grandmother, who brought her up, picked out for her, she discovers on the back of a book a man with a striking likeness to the only photograph of her father she knows. And she wants to meet this man, called George, by the way, before she can give her whole life away. So she packs up and leaves for a little island on the coast of Spain. Once there, she looses her luggage, has all her money stolen, and manages only by her innocent charm to even get to the man she suspects is her father. He, of course, isn't. But he does take her in, helpless as she is, and well. In the end they get married. She marries the man she thought was her father. There you have it. What I liked was that, as opposed to "The Empty House", this felt fairly modern. And it's the older of the two, how strange, right? But it is set in a world of artists and free thinking expatriates on a small island, so that probably accounts for it. I was quite fond of George's other love interest, who reminded me of what I read about Peggy Guggenheim, but she of course gets the "other woman treatment", meaning she's never heard of again. I also liked the sudden cold splash of reality when Selina pretends to have lost her passport and everyone is afraid she will get arrested for it. My parents had the same experience on a holiday in Spain in the early seventies once. Anyway, let's not get political about Rosamunde Pilcher, let's just say that, between the whole marrying ones father thing and the novel not being set in England, it's just not as good as "The Empty House", nor any of the movies I've seen. Thankfully, my mother's collection of Pilchers is quite extensive, and I can jump right into the next one if I want to.