(I received a free copy of this book from Net Galley in exchange for an honest review.)

New York, 1895. It's late on a warm city night when Sylvan Threadgill, a young night soiler who cleans out the privies behind the tenement houses, pulls a terrible secret out from the filthy hollows: an abandoned newborn baby. An orphan himself, Sylvan was raised by a kindly Italian family and can't bring himself to leave the baby in the slop. He tucks her into his chest, resolving to find out where she belongs.
Odile Church is the girl-on-the-wheel, a second-fiddle act in a show that has long since lost its magic. Odile and her sister Belle were raised in the curtained halls of their mother's spectacular Coney Island sideshow: The Church of Marvels. Belle was always the star - the sword swallower -light, nimble, a true human marvel. But now the sideshow has burnt to the ground, their mother dead in the ashes, and Belle has escaped to the city.
Alphie wakes up groggy and confused in Blackwell's Lunatic Asylum. The last thing she remembers is a dark stain on the floor, her mother-in-law screaming. She had once walked the streets as an escort and a penny-Rembrandt, cleaning up men after their drunken brawls. Now she is married; a lady in a reputable home. She is sure that her imprisonment is a ruse by her husband's vile mother. But then a young woman is committed alongside her, and when she coughs up a pair of scissors from the depths of her agile throat, Alphie knows she harbors a dangerous secret that will alter the course of both of their lives...
On a single night, these strangers' lives will become irrevocably entwined, as secrets come to light and outsiders struggle for acceptance. From the Coney Island seashore to the tenement-studded streets of the Lower East Side, a spectacular sideshow to a desolate asylum, Leslie Parry makes turn-of-the-century New York feel alive, vivid, and magical in this luminous debut. In prose as magnetic and lucid as it is detailed, she offers a richly atmospheric vision of the past marked by astonishing feats of narrative that will leave you breathless.

To begin with, quite a number of our customers and friends recommended this book to me. "It's like The Night Circus meets Water for Elephants" cries the blurb. The front cover is gorgeous. The story sounded amazing. The time period it is set has always interested me. And...circuses! What could go wrong...?

I had been warned that the first half of the book was a bit slow but to persevere and enjoy the rest of the book. So I went into this story thinking it was going to take a while for all the pieces to come together, all the characters to link together...so I persevered...

...and persevered...

...and persevered...

(You get the point)

...and nothing really happened. This is more a story of the back alleys of circuses, the interesting morals of the performers and the lives they lead. But nothing really happened. The plot was, for me, pretty non-existent. Also, from the blurb I got the impression that the three major characters were going to be wonderful...I just didn't connect with any of them. There didn't seem to be any development of those characters and that made it hard for me to invest in them.

So, why three stars? The blurb was right about one thing:

"In prose as magnetic and lucid as it is detailed, she offers a richly atmospheric vision of the past marked by astonishing feats of narrative that will leave you breathless."

The writing itself was brilliant. The beautiful language and turns-of-phrase were dazzling. The insight into history, the dynamic way the author brings it to life, and the poetic nature of her writing was a pleasure...

...it is just a shame that the same effort wasn't put into the plot or characters.


Paul
ARH