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15 of 16 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
What on earth has happened to Patricia Oliver?, October 23, 2000
Patricia Oliver has a reputation for writing heartwrenching Regency romances with attractive, rogueish heroes who have damaged pasts, and strong-minded, independent heroines. Her men are often rakes, and even try to carry on being rakes after meeting their destined wives - even try to be rakes *with* their destined wives - but end up making devoted husbands.Her last three books have marked a shift away from this established and loved pattern; and, frankly, it hasn't worked. The Lady in Grey was tedious. Scandalous Secrets seemed to lack the Oliver spark. And, with Lady Jane's Nemesis, I have finally encountered an Oliver book I don't want to finish. Had it been by any other writer, I'd have junked it after the first three or four chapters; as it is, I'm persevering. I have only three chapters to go, but it's getting harder and harder to continue reading. It's not the premise: a writer of Oliver's calibre should have been able to write an excellent novel predicated on the story of a woman betrothed from birth to a neighbour's son, secretly in love with him, but who discovers that he's having an affair with the wife of another neighbour. But instead she's produced this book. I would have had far more respect for Jane had she stuck to her initial resolve not to marry Roger. But she agreed - well, perhaps she had little choice. But two days before the wedding she catches him in _flagrante_ again, yet marries him and goes to bed with him without any attempt to tell him that he must promise never to see her again. She had the upper hand before they were married - he needed her money. And then when, a month or so into the marriage, she receives evidence that he's seeing his mistress again, does she tax him with it? No; she hides the letter and carries on as before. And then - this I *cannot* believe - knowing the mistress is pregnant with Roger's baby, she nurses the woman through her final illness, and allows her husband to bring his illegitimate child by another woman into her household, seemingly not caring what family, servants and neighbours think of her husband's lack of loyalty. The last straw for me was when Jane actually thinks that the world is a worse place without Maud, the mistress, and contradicts her aunt when that woman refers to Maud as a brazen hussy. Yet that was precisely how Jane thought of her a bare month earlier! As for Roger, he is a weak, vacillating idiot who can't seem to make up his mind between Jane and Maud, and I can't see why any woman of sense would actually want to be married to him. Maybe, in the mores of the time, Jane had no choice. But as a reader, I have a choice of whether I care about him or not. As it is, I have only contempt for him. Patricia Oliver used to be the only Regency writer whose books I would pre-order as soon as they were advertised here, before reading any reviews. That has now stopped; until I see evidence that she has returned to her previously excellent standards, as evidenced in Lord Gresham's Lady and An Unsuitable Match, I won't be buying any more of her books. I'm sorry I wasted my money on this one.
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