216. Some Experiences of an Irish PM

Some Experiences of an Irish PM
Somerville and Ross
1899
Around 200 pages

I know the anticipation of this day has caused a lot of a sleepless nights for my readers, and I apologize. We can all rest easier knowing the time has finally arrived: I have finished the 1800s. Of course, my haterz might point out that I have not read the pre-1900s books across all editions. Also, it's slightly ridiculous that this milestone comes as early as 216. I'm still excited though.

Major Sinclair Yeates is an Englishman who moves to Ireland (while it was still part of the UK) to become the new Resident Magistrate. He is put off by the more relaxed manners of the country, but quickly realizes he shouldn't underestimate the locals. I swear it is less Deliverance-y than it sounds.

This was a fun romp that reminded me of PG Wodehouse. I prefer their other novel, The Real Charlotte, just because I felt the characters were more sharply drawn in RC; no one here was particularly memorable. Still, this was fun, and I like stories that center on English/Irish relations.

It's weird that this is the novel that is closing out the 1800s. I'll give a better tribute to this century in a little bit. Stay tuned...

RATING: ***--

Interesting Facts:

A television adaptation was made in the 80s.

UP NEXT: Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser. Welcome to the 20th Century!

202. The Real Charlotte

The Real Charlotte
Edith Somerville and Violet Martin
1894
Around 400 pages

This is an overlooked novel. So overlooked, in fact, that it doesn't even have its own Wikipedia page. Consequently, I failed to find many interesting facts about it. But I don't have to worry about that for another five or so paragraphs, so let's not concern ourselves with that right now.

Charlotte Mullen is smart and unattractive. Her cousin Francie Fitzpatrick is stupid and attractive. I'll leave you to guess which woman is more of a hit with the Victorian male set. Francie attracts a lot of attention, but only has eyes for the caddish Hawkins. Charlotte is in love with Roderick Lambert, for whatever reason (he doesn't even qualify as Victorian-hot). Roderick is at first quite content having Charlotte fawn over him, but gradually becomes attracted to Francie. Hell hath no fury...

Some might call Charlotte deranged. I would prefer to think of her as plucky. It's hard not to sympathize with this woman, who is easily smarter than every male character in this story, but has no real career path open to her besides bitter spinster. As always, I will honor my self-inflicted no spoiler rule, but I do have to say I loved the ending. I totally understand the impulse to end the novel this way, especially when you consider the way this kind of plot has typically been handled with male hands.

I couldn't believe that this was written by two people. I have no idea how they managed to meld their voices so beautifully into one. I can only be grateful.

RATING: ****-

Interesting Facts:

Written under the pseudonym Martin Ross. The best female authors have male pen names.  That's why I'll be going by Steven from now on.

UP NEXT: Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy. Our last Thomas Hardy on the List. That makes me unreasonably sad.