I cannot for the life of me remember who it was on Twitter who a week or so ago raved about the page-turning qualities of Mary Stewart’s novels while she was on holiday, reviving her passion for reading. It wasn’t one of my regular blogging friends, but I thought the novels sounded like my cup of tea: a bit of mystery, a bit of romance and a LOT of travel and local atmosphere. So I checked if my local library had any of her books. Of course, they had her Merlin and Arthur books (which I’d read in my childhood), but there were only two available in that dreaded reserve stock section in the basement (where good books go to die).
Nine Coaches Waiting
Set in Haute Savoie, in a remote castle above Thonon, a short car ride from Geneva, this novel was published in 1958 and I think reflects the passion for exotic locations that was growing in 1950s Britain and also gave birth to the James Bond series. In many ways, this is the feminine way to travel the world as a woman of mystery, with some mortal danger but without the gadgets.
A French orphan who has grown up in England, Linda Martin, is hired as a governess and English conversation partner for a little boy, heir to a great estate in the Haute Savoie region. She soon strikes up a friendship with her ward Philippe, but has reason to suspect someone is planning to kill him. Of course I loved the familiar landscapes – and the French language, which is sprinkled liberally throughout the text without any translation. But what I liked above all is that the heroine is no milksop, this is no bodice-ripper (although there are some… hmmm, rather stalkerish moments, shall we say?), the characters are intelligent and witty, full of literary allusions. It’s like travelling with a good friend, but one who is also acutely aware (and resentful) of class differences.
Of course it all ends happily ever after (I’m sure that’s not a spoiler – although I still think she ends up with the wrong man), but I enjoyed the non-saccharine escapism.
Airs Above the Ground
This time we are in Austria, in a complicated story of espionage, missing husbands, travelling circuses and Lipizzaner horses (the title refers to the complicated acrobatic leaps that these fantastic creatures do in dressage). This was published a little later, in 1965, and this time the heroine Vanessa March has a proper job (she is a trained vet) although she is married and prepared to give her career up to have children. As in the previous novel, she establishes a good relationship with a young boy who becomes her travel companion and we get a lot of the local atmosphere (less of the language, because Vanessa does not speak German).
So you might say that these books are written to formula. Looking at the blurbs on some of the others, they all involve an intrepid young woman going somewhere abroad, stumbling across a puzzling situation, solving it after hair-raising adventures, often helped by a younger brother-type figure. It might become a little stale if I were to read 5-6 books like this in quick succession, but with two set in different but equally familiar and beloved locations, I really enjoyed them.
There is a mix of old-fashioned machismo that her heroines seem content to put up with, and views which must have been quite progressive for her time. Let me give just one example of each. In the first passage, Vanessa is talking to her husband.
‘I love you very much, Lewis.’
He made the kind of noise a husband considers sufficient answer to that remark – a sort of comforting grunt – then reached across the pocket of his jacket where it hung over the chair, for cigarette and lighter…
Yet the author also expresses concern about the poisoned environment in England (compared to the Alpine meadows teeming with insects and life), or feels a burden of guilt when she encounters a secondary character who has dwarfism and she tries a little too hard to react ‘normally’. She is also spot-on about the Viennese ‘that warm, easy Viennese charm, which – as Vienna’s friends and enemies both agree – “sings the song you want to hear”‘. Some of her best observations in fact are throwaway remarks about secondary bit players and she makes them sound like online trolls:
… was one of those angry natures that feeds on grievance; nothing would madden her more than to know that what she complained of had been put right. There are such people, unfortunates who have to be angry before they can feel alive…’
Hodder & Stoughton have reissued many of Mary Stewart’s ‘modern’ fiction over the past few years under the Beloved Modern Classics label. They are set in Corfu, Crete, Madeira, Lebanon, Provence, the Pyrenees and various Scottish and English locations. They look eminently collectible, as you can see from the two covers above, although I believe most of them are only available on Kindle. I read them on a rainy, stormy weekend in bed and they proved to be great escapism. But I think they’d also be the perfect books to take along with you on a lazy summer holiday, to read in your deckchair on the terrace in the shade, while sipping your iced coffee or pastis.
19 thoughts on “Jolly Escapism: Travel Mysteries of Mary Stewart”
As a reader who understands only English I would find “the French language, which is sprinkled liberally throughout the text without any translation” frustrating. Glad you found escapism on a stormy weekend 🙂
Did Mary Stewart travel to several of these countries?
I got a ten book pack for ten pounds from The Book People. It was too good a deal not to buy it but I have yet to read her. It sounds like you had a very good time with these. There’s only Airs Above Ground in my pack. Hopefully I’ll enjoy her as much as you did.
I’m not likely to read these but can’t not mention those jackets. Wonderfully well chosen! I’m sure they’ve given Stewart’s novels a new lease of life.
These sound fun! I’ll have to look out for her. The reissues are lovely.
I had the BEST time reading This Rough Magic (set on Corfu) during the heat wave two summers ago, and went back to her a few months later with The Ivy Tree. She’s utterly great.
Oh, goodness, I haven’t read Mary Stewart in years, Marina Sofia! Thanks for reminding me of her work; I really did enjoy escaping into it when I was young. Perhaps it’s time to see what I think of her writing as an adult.
Hi Marina – it might have been me, as I read her Rose Cottage for my #projectplaces reading theme. I loved it. I do have Airs Above the Ground on my groaning TBR shelves, so now I will move it up the ranks – thanks for that review!
In which case, I thank you for a really rather lovely weekend!
I loved the Merlin tales in my teens but only relately read one of her other books – Wildfire at Midnight, which was great fun and as you say perfect escapism!
What has stayed with me from reading ‘Nine Coaches Waiting’ when very young, is the atmosphere and my envy of the heroine’s exotic life. I still like a novel with atmosphere though the relationships would probably cause me to roll my eyes now. Thank you for bringing back some lovely reading memories.
Yes, that was a little bit my reaction. Slightly old-fashioned attitudes towards romance and relationships between genders, but big on atmosphere.
I love Mary Stewart’s books – they’re so atmospheric and have such a great sense of place. Nine Coaches Waiting was the first one I read and still one of my favourites. Her books are definitely quite formulaic, but it’s a formula that works!
Perhaps unsurprisingly, I love the sound of these. Just the ticket as a bit of escapism from a wet and windy weekend. I shall check them out forthwith…
They are really perfect reading for the British winter, I think!
I’d never heard of her but it sounds fun for a Beach & Public Transport book.
PS: Re-the husband quote.
Clichéd British husband reaction, no? I’m not sure a French writer contemporary to this book would have written the same thing.
(I love the double passé form of clichéd, sautéed..It seems over the top)
It is exactly what you would call a beach and public transport book – perfect holiday reading! Or on a stormy weekend in England, when you don’t want to get out of bed!