As I mentioned in my The Time Will Come post, I’ve recently reorganised my bookshelves so that all my TBR books are on one looooong shelf instead of several different piles. The end with the oldest books is closest to my bed, so they’re all staring me in the face and I can easily convince myself that I actually want to read them. Or that’s the theory, anyway. Of the last seven books, six have been from that end. I’m oddly proud… Anyway, The Postmistress is the latest addition as I bought it ooh…. early 2010?
The prose is beautiful though. Sarah Blake clearly has a gift for providing stunning imagery, whether its the sandy dunes of Cape Cod or the train station in Berlin packed with Jewish immigrants. Even the dialogue flows naturally, although I found that the viewpoint would change suddenly and we were being shown somebody else’s opinion with no obvious gap inbetween.
I felt that the ending was slightly anti-climactic too. The whole book was building to this big revelation… and then it was dealt with quietly and shoved under the carpet. After the entire point of the book turned out to be different than promised, the lack of any real ending was the icing on the cake.
I think I can sum it up best by saying that I loved the writing style and the characters that felt so real. The War felt gritty and terrifying, and wasn’t glossed over like it is in so many books. I loved everything… apart from the story. It ruined it for me. It just kind of meanders around and then peters out gradually. It could have been such a brilliant book, but it just, well… wasn’t.