I went back and started reading this book again. I don’t know what kind of mood I was in when I tried reading this the first time, but I’m so glad I tried it again.

I was re-educated about the suffrage movement in England by reading this and I also got to meet 2 pretty amusing characters. The Flea and Mattie and such comical women and even though Mattie makes huge mistakes, I still loved her.

A funny and bittersweet story of friendships and relationships.

ARC/Netgalley

I loved the latest from Lissa Evans even more than her previous novel Crooked Heart. A witty and heartwarming story of a British suffragette trying to reclaim her glory days. I love the author's salty heroines and Mattie is no exception. Her dialogue is so whip smart and a pure joy to read.

This is a lovely novel about what comes after you've won and more importantly, about female friendship. It's 1928. Mattie fought and suffered for suffrage and now that women have the vote, she's at middle age and loose ends. She's not interested in fascism like some of her old colleagues. Her friend Flo (aka the Flea) is not- she's busy working at the grass roots level to help women. A chance, and unhappy interaction brings Mattie around to create the Amazons, a group which is meant to empower the younger generation. I absolutely loved Crooked Heart, where Mattie is the beloved and deceased godmother of young Noel so it was a real treat to read this sort of prequel. Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC. Highly recommend for those looking for a good read about strong women.

The best thing about this novel is the way it brings the UK Women’s suffrage movement of the early 1900s to life. Historical fiction at its best. Having grown up in the 60s in a family that wouldn’t dream of not encouraging their daughters, I sometimes forget how difficult it was for women to gain something as simple as the vote (as an aside, check out https://www.infoplease.com/us/gender-sexuality/womens-suffrage to see the order in which women got the vote across the globe).

Mattie Simpkin is the larger-than-life, brash heroine who has spent most of her life fighting for Women’s Equality. She was a leader of the Militant Suffragette Movement, and a fair portion of the book covers those experiences along with “where are they now” reunions of those women in the current time (1928, on the cusp of the Act that gave women electoral equality with men). Now Mattie has turned her attention to the young girls who don’t seem to appreciate their newly won rights or understand that the fight for equality isn’t anywhere near complete. She founds a Girls Club with the stated aim of training young girls for lives as “20th Century Women.”

The writing is exquisite — equal skill applied to descriptions of the environment, individuals and their opinions and motivations and some spectacularly articulate and insightful arguments for women’s equality. I loved the depth painted in each character — a panoply of realistic people of the time. Although the story is not a comedy, several lines had me laughing out loud (see samples below).

There was an additional plot line overlaid on the broader story that I frankly didn’t care for as much. This focussed more on Mattie’s personal development with respect to her feelings towards friends and family and her inability to see clearly into a particular character because of her own history. However, the bulk of the book is both enjoyable and informative so I am happy to recommend it.

Some great lines:
“People always stared. If one didn’t creep around, if one said what one thought, if one shouted for joy or roared with anger, if one tried to get things done, then seemingly there was no choice but to be noticeable”

“Moodiness had always baffled her — the way that it placed the onus on the other person to gauge which breeze of circumstance was the cause of this particular weathercock twirl. If one were cross about something, then one should simply say so; conversation should not be a guessing game”

“Whereas listening to Mr and Mrs Wimbourne on the topic of their grandchildren is akin to being chlorformed. And servants — do you have any idea of how much the average middle-class woman has to say on the subject of servants? Mrs Wimbourne, Mrs Holyroyd, Mrs Lumb — all ululating on the difficulty of keeping a housemaid.”

“A banshee chorus swelled monstrously and then died away and, for a moment, only the barking of every dog in Hampstead was audible.”

“Churchill had been giving a speech about the miners, his staccato delivery a gift to the astute heckler:”

“It seemed that people like him, people with easy lives, were always assuming things about her: she was stupid because she was a char; she was interesting because she was pretty; she’d be loyal because she was grateful. Nobody except Miss Lee asked her what she really thought.”

“There was a pause, presumably for Mr Wilkes to ensure that any remaining trace of anticipation had been sluiced from the room.”

“If she were a horse, one would advise blinkers”

“Mattie felt as if she were trying to sharpen an India rubber pencil”

“As a method of teaching it lacked variety, but it pummelled my intellect and meant that I dreamed no more during lessons.”