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487 pages, Hardcover
First published January 25, 2018
“Its appearance is unbeautiful. It is not what people expect of a mermaid.”
Angelica has not spent a Christmas with any of her blood since whe was a girl of thirteen; in her maturity she has gone wherever she is summoned and admired, to be herself as much a part of the festivities as the gilded gingerbread or the riotous song. Thus she continues to perceive the celebrations in many ways as a child would: a hazy whirl of frumenty, hunt the thimble, plum pie, blind man's buff and scorch-cased chestnuts: endless laughter and no anxiety; she expects to light every candle and dance beyond sunset, but not a moment of expense or resentment.So full marks for style; what about content? As its title suggests, the novel tells of how Mr. Jonah Hancock, a widowed Deptford shipping merchant, obtains a mummified mermaid, makes a lot of money exhibiting it, and presumably acquires another Mrs. Hancock. The "mermaid," at least in the first part of the book, is not a fancy. A quick web search will turn up a number of dessicated creatures that, whether freaks or fakes, could well have attracted much interest in a society easily wowed by curiosities. And so it is here. After showing the creature privately for some weeks, Mr. Hancock accepts an offer from the leading London madam of the time, a certain Mrs. Chappell, to make his mermaid the centerpiece of a grand gala attended by le beau mode, for she is very well connected. And the young woman designated to look after him that night is the lovely Angelica Neal, whose previous protector, a Duke no less, has just died. All right, the direction of the plot may seem pretty obvious, but be assured: Ms. Gowar is by no means as straightforward as all that.
Lightness of spirit, however, is not at all what I would say of the third volume. Hancock acquires a second mermaid, by no means a desiccated manikin like the first, but something indescribable, a presence rather than a tangible reality. It casts a pall over all who come near it, and a depression over the whole novel. The added depth in the character portrayal was, I suppose, a plus. But I question whether the three volumes really hold together, and if the almost Gothic air of the third belongs with the brilliant action of the first or the social exposé of the second. Hence my four-star rating.