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18:31SnakeLinguine
I'm re reading it right now and that summary of it is a travesty.
Oh dear. I can't unsee it now.
The bit about finding her father's picture didn't strike me as that off or odd though. She may have pre verbal unconscious memories, may see aspects of herself in his features... And she's pleased to keep house because it's the first time she's been allowed to do anything.
Just different to yours, surely?
I agree it's quite an odd novel, though I also have a great affection for it -- there's always something fabulous about novels in which someone who has been oppressed and kept down discovers that they flourish in a different environment (as indeed many of LMM's are, like The Blue Castle, or the Anne books).
But I do think that LMM slightly eroticises (I imagine entirely unconsciously) the figure of Jane's father.
Besides the 'strange bond' she feels with the photograph which she takes home and hides in her handkerchief drawer because it's 'too beautiful to be talked about to anyone, even mother', they go off house-hunting like newly-weds and that whole 'enchanted' summer is a kind of honeymoon that is explicitly compared to when he'd done the same with Jane's mother -- there's that whole bit about Jane realising, as they unpack all his mother's dishes and quilts that have been packed up since her mother left him, 'that this was not the first time dad had helped fix up a home . . . not the first time he had been nicely excited over choosing wallpaper and curtains and rugs. He must have had it all before with mother. Perhaps they had had just as much fun over it as dad and she were having now . . .'
Besides Jane housekeeping for her father and doing a far better job than her 'pretty and silly' mother did, there's the way Jane gets into a weird, bitchy rivalry with Aunt Irene over who knows her father's tastes best and cooks the best version of his favourite cake, and her father telling her in how he thought her mother was like Helen of Troy when they met, and how her eyelashes did things to him she wouldn't believe, and how he wanted to kiss the hem of her dress, and read out their love letters to their adolescent daughter Who is both a kind of wife substitute, only much cannier, more domestically-talented and able to withstand aunt Irene, and the one who ends up reuniting her parents.
I don't think this destroys my pleasure in it. Though I do find the character of Jane's mother disturbing. Obviously she's a puppet to her possessive mother, but given that her mother absolutely loathes Robin's child and won't even allow her to spend time with her or be affectionate to her, it's difficult to quite forgive a woman who connives in that for a decade when by selling some of her diamonds, she could presumably have managed some form of independent life for her and Jane.