I’m an impatient reader. This means, among other things, that I don’t enjoy long, intense, and as far as I’m concerned pointless novels about random peoples’ (usually) tragic lives. As my English teacher’s old aunt said when he offered to take her to a Shakespeare play, “Murder, rape, incest – no thanks, I have enough of that at home!”
The New Mrs Clifton, published by Elizabeth Buchan in 2016, is one of those books that I generally avoid, but with two mitigating features. It has an interesting and apparently well researched setting, World War II Berlin and London immediately after the war. And it starts with a hook for readers like me. Buchan has managed to add an element of mystery to her story by beginning it with the discovery in 1974 of a woman’s body buried in a London garden. The scene immediately switches to 1945 and introduces four women, one of whom will presumably somehow end up buried in the garden. With the solution to the mystery to look forward to, I read and enjoyed the relatively long (401) pages and quite tragic story.
For anyone who might be interested in reading the book, I can add that the story concerns a young Englishman who comes home immediately after the war with a German bride, to the consternation of his two sisters and his jilted fiancee.