“There won’t be any more parades after this war. There aren’t any now.”
Book about Christopher Tietjens, a privileged English aristocrat and his wife’s infidelity, as well as his growing feelings for a young suffragette, Valentine Wannop.
This book was not amazing. It’s about 900 pages long (never a problem) but it could have been far shorter without losing the push of the story. The last part of the book wasn’t really needed because it was mainly to do with Christopher’s brother Mark who was dying, told from the perspective of his French mistress Marie Leonie.
Published within ten years of the war’s end, it was probably a bit more readable at the time of release and the people reading it would have understood the war a lot more as many of them had probably lived through the war and all the associated turbulance. If you don’t like stream of consciousness narrative then avoid this book because it got tedious.
As the gold among the dross there were some good moments too within the book, such as when men from Christopher’s army battalion come and visit him because they were fulfilling a promise to look him up when the war was over. The book also has a lot of interesting quotes which could be linked to the death of the old world but the book is far too long for the thrust of the narrative to be maintained for any length of time.
The BBC did an adaptation of this book a few years back (it was my reason for buying the book in the first place) and they probably dumped about 99.5% of the original material from the book when making the drama. Be warned.
MY RATING: *.5 / *****