While not as dramatic as some of her mediaeval/Tudor/ Civil War historical novels, this book is satisfying precisely because it is so understated. The tragedy of a lost generation can only be felt by the women left behind. Single women are looked upon as convenient unpaid labour by elderly parents or siblings. And if they dare to go work, such independence is regarded as dangerously revolutionary. A friendship with another woman is invariably frowned upon as "deviant," while a friendship with a man invites unwelcome and frightening attentions from strangers. In this case, the protagonist takes up embroidery in Winchester Cathedral, to meet other people and learn a new hobby. To her astonishment, she finds that even this innocuous pastime is derided as something fit only for spinsters, and that it defines her whole identity.
While not as dramatic as some of her mediaeval/Tudor/ Civil War historical novels, this book is satisfying precisely because it is so understated. The tragedy of a lost generation can only be felt by the women left behind. Single women are looked upon as convenient unpaid labour by elderly parents or siblings. And if they dare to go work, such independence is regarded as dangerously revolutionary. A friendship with another woman is invariably frowned upon as "deviant," while a friendship with a man invites unwelcome and frightening attentions from strangers. In this case, the protagonist takes up embroidery in Winchester Cathedral, to meet other people and learn a new hobby. To her astonishment, she finds that even this innocuous pastime is derided as something fit only for spinsters, and that it defines her whole identity.
