In his Introduction to Spring
Magic, Alexander McCall Smith writes
that D. E. Stevenson’s books,
‘…eluded the sort of classification that reviewers and scholars
like to engage in. They are not simple romances; nor are they anything that
would today be recognised as thrillers. They are in a category of their own:
clearly-written straightforward tales that take the reader through a clear plot
and reach a recognisable and unambiguous ending. The appeal that they have for
the contemporary reader lies in the fact that there is no artifice in these
books…These are gentle books, very fitting for times of uncertainty and
conflict. Some books can be prescribed for anxiety - these are in that
category. And it is an honourable and important one.’
Spring Magic is a delightful story with likeable
characters and a sprinkling of humour. It is gentle in that it isn’t a
nail-biting thriller, but it does have a certain amount of tension that kept me
turning the pages and staying up late to finish it. Set during the Second
World War, the story takes place in both the Highlands of Scotland and later in
London, and it doesn’t ignore the social upheaval and uncertainty of that time.
Twenty-five-year-old Frances Field had lost both her parents before she was
four years of age and had gone to live with the Wheelers, her uncle and his
wife, in London. They were old-fashioned, had no children of their own, and
didn’t want a child in the house, but there was no one else to take her, so to
them she went.
As Frances grew older, Mrs. Wheeler found her to be very useful and as she
herself was very lazy and professed to be an invalid, Frances basically took on
the running of their large house.
When the war started Frances was keen to help in some way but Mrs. Wheeler ‘couldn’t
manage without her.’ One day Dr Digby came to attend the ‘invalid’
and as Frances saw him to the door, he told her that there was nothing the
matter with her aunt except laziness. He suggested to Frances that she should
take a holiday. She had slaved for her aunt for years and had been blind to the
fact that her aunt was always well enough to do anything she wanted. It would
do her aunt good if she had to hustle around a bit.
‘It was odd that she had reached the age
of twenty-five without having decided what sort of a person she was - or wanted
to be. It was because she had never had a chance to follow her own inclinations
nor to develop her personality.’
Frances felt invisible. She had a yielding personality and as she did not
like scenes, she allowed herself to be dominated and repressed by her aunt. Dr.
Digby had planted a seed in her mind and when the bombs began to fall on London
she made her decision to leave. She wanted to go somewhere where she could
think. She had seen a picture of Cairn, a coastal village in Scotland, at the
Academy in London and had made up her mind that someday she would go there. Now
was her chance.
The beauty of the place, the eccentricity and charm of the local folk, the
friendship of three army wives, and a potential romance help her get back her
own soul. She had never had to make her own decisions and at first found
choosing between even small things difficult to do, but in this new environment
she found freedom and became accustomed to making her own decisions and knowing
her own mind.
This is only the second book I’ve read by D. E. Stevenson. I think the first
was Sarah’s Cottage but that was about twenty years
ago and I can’t remember much of it but I liked this one so much that I’ll be
looking out for more of her books. Her characters were interesting and explored
more fully over the course of the story. She contrasted two particular characters
by their attitude to work and how that attitude extended to their relationships
- a careless, slack outlook wasn’t confined to just one area of life; it
permeated across into other areas.
Some favourite bits:
‘An epidemic of whooping-cough which was
racking the children and disturbing their parent’s nights seemed much more real
than the war.’
‘Miss Stalker was a small woman with a
large nose and thick black eyebrows - it was her nose and eyebrows that you saw
first - the rest of Miss Stalker seemed to be attached to these striking
features.’
‘I don’t know whether you have realised
what an extremely altruistic person I am. I have always been renowned for the
way in which I sacrifice my own interests to the interests of my friends. For
instance, when I was six years old I was very ill after eating a whole box of
chocolates which belonged to my sister - I did it merely to save her from a
similar fate.’
'Several girls had fallen rather heavily
for (him) - nice girls too - but he had not even noticed the fact; he had
remained heart-whole.'
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