The beginning: In early 1938, Elise and her family are making plans to leave Vienna. Her parents and sister can get American visas (I call bullshit; the mother plainly does not think she will be permitted to leave Vienna), but Elise cannot. Instead she takes a position as a parlor maid on a British estate house called Tyneford. She plans to work there for a few months and then join the rest of her family in America (I am absolutely certain her parents will not go to America but will instead be sent to concentration camps and die there).

The end (spoilers in this section only; highlight to read them): Hm, the page I flipped to is rather confusing. It appears that possibly Elise married one man and then he was killed in action and then she married again after a suitable period of wrenching grief, but it turned out the first guy was never dead at all? Further investigations are merited.

Okay, no, my original hypothesis was wrong. I had to flip forward and back a few times to verify this, but it turns out that Elise is engaged to marry Kit and then he gets killed in war I guess and she ends up marrying his father subsequently. Well, that is sort of weird. Elise knows it’s weird, but that doesn’t make me feel fully okay with how weird it is. But at least it is not the plot I proposed above. That plot is sort of silly.

The whole: Better written than a Kate Morton book, but still I think trying (not quite successfully) to punch above its weight. I enjoyed reading The House at Tyneford, and I read it all in one day. So it’s enjoyable and engaging. But I thought that it didn’t seem fully to know what it wanted to be. When I bought it, I expected it to be a comfort read. The plot sounded so extremely Eva-Ibbotson-y, and I love Eva Ibbotson and wish she had written even more books about Viennese Jewish girls coming to live in England during World War II.

However, there are too many sad things in it for it to be a comfort read. Eva Ibbotson’s books are, in a way, fantasies–you know at the outset that regardless of the Hitlerian backdrop, the wicked/shallow fiancees will be defeated, the proper people will marry each other, nobody will end up in a concentration camp, and nobody will be killed in the war. The worst thing that might happen is a very old person dying. Or a misfortune to a dog. That is how you know it’s a comfort book.

As a non-comfort  book, The House at Tyneford is too slight. The sad things that happened didn’t feel gutting to Elise, so of course they didn’t feel gutting to me either. I read through them feeling mildly saddened, and that was all. Elise describes the sadness she feels about being separated from her family, her love for Kit, and so on, but it never resonated with me. When the sad events occurred, I wasn’t invested enough in Elise’s hope of a happy outcome to mind that much.

In short, an enjoyable enough book that doesn’t really seem to know what it is. Having just finished reading Night Film–a book that is jauntily and weirdly and hilariously itself–this book felt like a very striking (in a bad way) contrast.

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