I’m a bit of a Wilkie Collins fan, and since there are a number of his novels that I don’t know yet, I decided to revisit his works.
This work is one of his weaker novels, but not quite as weak as ‚Poor Miss Finch‘, which is by far the weakest of his novels that I’ve read.
The characters are plastic, and they develop, but I think I prefer his mysteries to his romances.
I’m not quite sure what to make of the moral views, either. They’re somehow twisted, but then I guess they’re indeed mirroring the general sentiments of the time, and as such, you can understand why the characters act as they do. The oddest thing is, that in Catholic circles, nothing has changed until today. Fascinating.
Since I have to rate it, and semi stars aren’t possible, let me just say that I’d award this novel 3.5 stars.