Oh dear, that looks pretty damning doesn’t it? This post isn’t just about The Postmistress – Sarah Blake, but it is a case in point. I’ll add a little review at the end of this – it’s okay because I wouldn’t recommend this as a BIB (Blissfully Ignorant Book).
I’m not very proud of this but I like books that are happy; that turn out well. Where characters get what they generally deserve, justice is seen to be done, that whole thing of “You get what you give”. I can stand a little challenge to this, I don’t mind if books make me cry ( in fact The Postmistress did make me cry, on the bus, a little). I don’t want syrupy saccharine sweet; where everything is unrealistically positive either. I want books to be a bit like life and certainly about the ability of humans to bring something to the world.
Things I hate most in books
- unnecessary killing of a character (doesn’t move the story on, just makes you miserable, especially when they had everything to live for)
- shoddy, unthought out endings, where the questions laid out in a book are unsatisfactorily answered, or not at all (Surprisingly I find Michael Crichton falls into this category where the scientifically based plot is undermined by some almost “magic” at the end, they have a rushed feel)
- a lack of justice because that’s what the world is like (unless it’s a true story, and this can be saved by other characters observing this)
- an ending that is so unexpected (ironically) that you feel stupid for not seeing it coming (Life of Pi – yuck sorry, but yuck, it made me feel really stupid!)
There are plenty of books with sad themes but somehow are uplifting and mean something, they stay with you for days, weeks even years after (like The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold). So I don’t want jolly, but I do want achieve something!
The Postmistress – short review…
Overall rating 4 for the ending, as you can see by the BiblioGraph above.
Not recommended as a BIB because once you start you know what you’ve got.
I really like the premise, the general story line and the introduction to a US attitude to WWII, the evocation of the blitz in London was fantastic, it contained loads of detail and really achieved a feeling of time and place. So a big thumbs up for that, which is why I read to the end. What let it down at the end was that I just didn’t understand what it was getting at, it was a bit too subtle and just fizzled out like an incendiary dropped in the Thames.
There seems to be a bit of theme here: Am I a bit too thick for these books?