Neil Gaiman has rightly said that 'Once upon a time' lives
forever. There is something about fairy tales that stays with us long after childhood is over. I am always game for a fairy tale retelling and this year
fuelled by a
fellow book lover's fantasy fiction fixation, I have been reading more of them
than I would have otherwise. When I heard of a Bluebeard retelling set in pre-Civil war Mississippi,
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Unlike the Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella,
and Beauty and the Beast spin-offs which are splattered all over the publishing
horizon, Goodreads has less than 20 books listed under
Bluebeard retellings. Add to this, a morbid fascination for the creepiest
wife-slayer of all times and I was sold on reading Jane Nickerson’s debut
novel.
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Once upon a time there was a dirty old man who had a fetish
for red-headed girls. He kept marrying them and getting angry at them cos’ they wouldn’t
be his pet zombies. Then one day, the wheels of justice turned. A whip of a
girl with strands of bronze and gold, aided by ‘Sisters’, managed to
drive him to his deserving fate. As he lay, shocked and wounded, his only thought was he should have
left this one alone!
The plot of
Strands of Bronze and Gold revolves around
seventeen year old Sophie Petheram who loses her father and immediately gains
an invitation from her Godfather Bernard Cressac to visit the magnificent
Wyndriven Abbey. Behind the grandeur of Cressac's home, though, lurk dark secrets that
threaten Sophie’s safety and maybe even her life. Will Sophie be able to look
beyond the ornate decorations, the lavish furnishings, and the luxurious living at the danger that resides in the abbey? Will she able to rise above the influence
of the much older and debonair Bernard? What secrets are buried in the
desecrated chapel? What happened to all the previous wives of Cressac? Can
Sophie unlock forbidden doors and dare to step inside to bring the truth to
light?
Beautifully written, the story of Sophie’s stay at the
ancient abbey enchanted me with its evocative descriptions of place, geography,
and atmosphere. Having read the fairy tale of
Bluebeard as a child, it
was not suspense that kept me glued to the book but the language. The sentences
sinuously glided into my imagination and easily conjured up the vivid characters,
elusive phantoms, and historical setting. The writing style is perfectly suited
to gothic tales with supernatural overtones and derives its strength from a lush but accessible prose.
Having said that, the incredibly slow pace of the book does dispel the magic of
the writing, to an extent, as the frustration of nothing much happening in more than half the book gnaws at the pleasure of losing yourself in
the language.
Wyndriven Abbey is as much a character as the humans who
inhabit it. Transplanted, stone by stone, from England to Mississippi, it is a
300 year old abbey with history breathing through its very walls.
“The magnificence of the building whooshed at me like a
blast of icy wind. Wyndriven Abbey loomed in the center of spreading lawns and
gardens and terraces as though it had stood in that spot for centuries. It was
toothed with crenellations and spiky with pinnacles and spires and turrets, the
setting sun rosily staining the stone and lighting fires in a myriad of
mullioned windows.”
I longed to tour the abbey and discover the obscure fate of
its former residents.
Sophie is quite a silly girl for most of the book but does
redeem herself later with the courage, resolve, and fortitude she shows
when she sets out to seek justice for Cressac’s wives.
I see-sawed between
feeling extreme annoyance at her dense ostrich-with-head-in-the-sand behaviour
and forgiving her for her youth. I had to keep reminding myself she was a
sheltered, wildly imaginative, spoilt seventeen year old and not yet an adult.
Kudos to the author, however, for bringing a fresh, funny, and frank voice to
life so successfully, the impact of which is much greater due to the first
person narrative.
“In my imaginary meeting with M. de Cressac, I had worn a gown
of emerald green silk with jet beads embroidered in the skirt that clicked as I
walked. I could hear it. I could feel it- the weight of the beads. I looked
down. Surprise! Still ugly black bombazine. Never had I imagined I would meet
my guardian swathed in a fabric so dark and dull it swallowed the light of
every room.”
“In spite of my long-held belief that I was destined for
luxury, it was still hard to change the habits of a lifetime.”
Her curiosity is a welcome trait as we know early on that
her survival lies in not just finding out the truth but also escaping in time to
avoid a miserable future.
“I wished she hadn’t stopped. I loved knowing things.”
I found her impromptu 'imagining herself in love' with Cressac
and making ready excuses for his much objectionable behavior quite irritating
especially when she wears foreign outfits 'sparse of material' for him and also engages in talk of
underdrawers justifying the conversation as one of worldly sophistication. Why
would you want to accept lewd talk from a man old enough to be your
father?! I wanted to shake her into
realising she was making a fool of herself in her infatuation with Cressac and found myself completely agreeing with him when he berates her, towards the end, for her
blinkered vision.
“You are a naïve little goose, you know. At first it was
refreshing, but after a time it wearies.”
It’s not that odd things weren’t happening from the time she
stepped into the abbey, it’s just that she stubbornly refused to see them!
“Hints of this had
nagged me through the months, but I had squelched them before they ever came to
surface. How could any normal mind comprehend such evil?”
When I had finally given up on her, she rose like a phoenix
from the ashes and won my respect for deciding to expose Cressac’s reality.
“If I were called upon to be a brave person, I would be a
brave person.”
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Bernard Cressac, unlike Sophie, has no redeeming qualities
that could make me feel sorry for him at any point of time. You would think a person for whom marital co-existence (note that I stay away from using the word
bliss here, it would be too far-fetched a state for someone like him) has always been an elusive state (married 4 times!), he would leave well alone and resign to a solitary life. But
no, none of that stops him from looking for a yet another fifth wife! That he
does so in his teenage ward, though, was enough to make me taste bile. His treatment of his
former wives, and slaves on his plantation raised ickiness to a new level. Disgusting
vile reptile. I was hoping for and anticipating a nasty end for him with
inhuman relish. It was poetic justice that Sophie, whom he felt he was fated to
be with, lead him to what he deserved.
‘Bernard liked to say that fate had brought us together,
that I was “meant” to come to him. Perhaps, to this end, I was.’
Gordon Stone, a vicar, whom Sophie meets while walking in
the woods surrounding Wyndriven Abbey and promptly falls in love with, is a largely
absent character and I could not help but wish he had played a stronger role in
helping Sophie escape Bernard’s clutches.
“How could I have not known what was going on? How could I
have left you to fight alone?”
Exactly, Gordon! I needn’t say more.
Sophie’s family also left me wanting. As adult elder
siblings they should have been able to protect her better, and not banked on her
impending marriage to bail them out of their financial troubles. Sophie agreed
to marry Cressac only to save her family from financial ruin and it wasn’t
surprising to see her succumb to an emotional burden of this magnitude.
The story exposes, at a surface level, the harsh and cruel treatment meted out to slaves by plantation owners, their risky attempts to escape via the
Underground Railroad, and the support accorded to them by those more feeling of their tormented existence.
Recommended to all those who like mansion-dominated, gothic-flavored
fantasy fiction, Strands of Bronze and Gold is a welcome addition to dark fairy
tale retellings.