I've always liked Elizabeth Jane Howard, have read all her novels, heard her on the radio and was really excited when she came to read and speak at our local fiction festival a few years ago. For me she could do no wrong so her recently published novel, Love All, was a crashing disappointment.
Apart from the weakness of the plotlines - infuriating in the way characters vaguely arrive, do nothing much to contibute to anything and vaguely dsappear - the characters themselves simply don't come across as anything but superficial. There are various sets of devoted brothers and sisters, two girls, from different generations, brought up by maiden aunts, a few self centred men and a few others (too many) swilling uneasily about on the edges. It could be called something like How I Sacrificed My Entire Life For My Brother Because He Is A God And Once Spoke Nicely To Me or Why Does Nothing Nice Happen To Good Characters or simply, Disappointment. People die, people leave and it was annoying rather than anything deeper.
I kept going because EJH, even at her weakest, is very readable and there are still gems to be found. She hasn't lost her sure touch when writing dialogue between some of her characters or in describing people and places.
Several irritations are minor. The insistence on Percy's Greekness, for instance, when there is nothing Greek about her apart from EJH's insistence. And why didn't her aunt Floy know that her name is pronounced Percy phone - it's not as if she wouldn't ever have heard it pronounced. And if she must carry that nickname, why not at least spell it Persy? Percy is such a self centred tubby little man in a waistcoat name.
And then there's Hatty who is eight for much of the novel but whom EJH suddenly makes rather teenagerish, complete with spots, as if she'd forgotten how old she is.
But that ending! Oh dear!