The back cover blurb: Fran had been warned about Myles Jaffray. According to the gossip, nothing could stop Myles from breaking a woman's heart--not even a wedding ring. The more Myles made himself a part of her summer evenings, the more determined Fran became to resist his advances. But when the art gallery she worked for was robbed and the burglar left clues leading straight to Fran, she desperately needed help. The only person she could turn to was the man she despised--Myles Jaffray.
Reading Loring again after 40+ years and in a world that has changed in so many ways, the story itself became rather incidental to the experience of reading the book. The story is actually somewhat conventional. So rather than discuss the story, here are some the things about the writing, the setting, and the time period that hit me:
- Right off the bat, on page 1, I was transported to the 1940s. In my head it's like watching a black-and-white post-war movie. There's an elevator operator, a switchboard operator, and Fran is wearing a beret. And on page 2 there's mention of a white cross in a field in Belgium. The war, and its aftermath, is a quiet backdrop to the book.
- I think Loring was a champion of smart, independent women, even if they wind up in traditional rolls at the end of the day. In this book, Fran may be an heiress, but when a man she doesn't know (the hero, Myles) is in charge of the purse strings, Fran gets herself a job and learns to stand on her own two feet.
- They didn't call it PTSD in 1948 (I don't think), but Loring understood the horror of war. There's a brief scene from Myles' POV where an airplane goes overhead and he's mentally transported to a time when he parachuted somewhere in Europe to help rescue the crew of a downed bomber. He cuts off his memory before it gets graphic, but Loring lets us know that even though the war is over, Myles is still dealing with the things he saw and had to do.
- Loring never met an adjective she couldn't use. That Wikipedia entry puts it more kindly by saying she painted pictures with her words, describing things in exacting detail. This is the first sentence of chapter 2: A breeze lightly scented with the salty tang of kelp, murmurous with the lazy lap of the tide against rocks, stirred the palm-designed chintz hangings at the long open windows of the dining room in the Sargent home, Rocky Point. It's beautiful writing, but I've become accustomed to writing that moves the action forward as opposed to elaborately setting the stage. I'm not trying to be negative, because it isn't a bad thing, it's a different thing.
It was wonderful to re-visit Emilie Loring's world again. I think anyone who loves the Romance genre as it exists today should read at least one of her books. It's a narrow, white, upper-class world she created, but the romance was central to what she wrote and you can see modern genre conventions on every page.