Женщина в белом

Pressed upon me by my sister, recommended to me by my father, and doubly praised by my mother, The Woman in White, a classic of 19th century fiction, was deemed by T.S. Eliot to be “the first, the longest, and the best of modern English detective novels.” It's a fairly fat book (648 pages, small type). At first it took some work to get into the slower-paced rhythms of this book. But I stuck with it. And even though the happenings seemed to be few and far between, this book consistently held my interest. Somewhere around the halfway point I found myself looking forward to picking up the book for further reading. Then, about two-thirds of the way in, events kicked into high gear and the suspense was sustained through to the finish.

The plot behind The Woman in White concerns the fates of two sisters, a true love, a despicable husband, a conniving, corpulent Count and various other personages. Much of the fun in reading this book is trying to guess at the connections and motives of the various characters and wondering where certain events are leading. Mysteries encountered earlier in the story are explained later and the result is a satisfying, if somewhat long-winded read. Published in 1860, The Woman in White was a sensation in its day and the author was as well known as his friend Charles Dickens. Collins himself was an interesting character who “braved Victorian morals by living with one mistress and maintaining another in a separate establishment.” He died in 1889.

I was in the mood for a classic work and The Woman in White was an agreeable choice. The events in this story bring to mind the kind of evil, gloomy atmosphere that is reminiscent of the writings and drawings of Edward Gorey and his fanciful depictions of Victorian characters committing dastardly deeds by dark of night.