Having absolutely loved Tin Man, I was really looking forward to this new one by Sarah Winman. And… I wish I’d loved it more.
Once again, it’s beautifully character-driven with a simple yet emotive writing style. Characters lead the story rather than plot, however of a book of this length I was kind of waiting for… something to happen. It’s a long old book and — although this is because it spans decades in both Florence and East London in the mid-20th century — perhaps it could have worked better if it was trimmed down significantly.
This next point comes down to personal preference, but my god I wish Winman used quotation marks. As a stylistic choice, I understand that it can lend itself to the slightly whimsical, flowing writing style that she has, however in a book with quite as much dialogue as this one (entire scenes can be practically all dialogue), it just feels like a barrier to overcome while reading it. At times it’s entirely unclear not only who is speaking, but whether anyone is at all or whether a sentence is part of the prose.
Most of the notes I made while reading where slightly towards the negative end of the scale… and yet… I really enjoyed so much of it. I loved the descriptions of Florence and the East End. I loved seeing them change subtly over the time that the book spans. I loved the writing about historical events that are touched upon — the Second World War and the 1966 flood of the Arno being two of the key ones. I loved so many of the characters, and how they all developed throughout the book.
I’ve already recommended this book to a couple of people I know who are as in love with Florence as a person can be, yet overall I’m not really sure how I feel about it. Disappointed, probably, however that is mostly down to having such high expectations based on a previous Winman book. It’s certainly not bad. In fact it’s pretty damn good.
And yet.
Rating: 3/5
(I received a complimentary copy of this book. This is an honest review and thoughts are my own.)