Madensky Square, by Eva Ibbotson

 

This book is quite luscious. I've just finished it, and I really wish I hadn't. As I mentioned in my last post, about The Seal on the Beach (and probably in lots of others too) the key for me  to a good book is that it creates a whole world: one I can enter and be absorbed by. The world of this book is a particularly lovely one: it's a square in pre-first-world-war Vienna. Now, it so happens that I've been to Vienna. I'm not a massive fan of cities, but there was something about Vienna that I loved. Actually, it probably derives from going to see The Sound of Music when I was fourteen. I loved the look of Austria: the mountains, the castles, the lakes - and the romance of patriots resisting the Nazis. And in real life there were the cakes. And the beautiful buildings and fountains. And the smell of lime blossom. And the glittering paintings of Klimt.

So the square in the book is the square of the title. And the characters of the book are (mostly) the people who live in the square. Which points to another successful element of many of the books I particularly like: the gang. You have it in Elly Griffiths' Ruth Galloway books, in Mick Herron's Slow Horses series, and in Colin Cotterill's Dr Siri books (for reviews of these, do make use of the search box). And in The Lord of the Rings, of course. In Madensky Square, the 'gang' is headed up by Susanna, a beautiful and very skilled dressmaker, who also narrates. She has a successful business, and she's also a lovely and charismatic person with a sharp sense of humour. And she's very kind. You're probably thinking she's too good to be true, but  somehow, she isn't - or at least I didn't find her so. Some of the other members of the gang are Nini, her irascible, stylish, tough-as-old-boots anarchist assistant; Edith, a bluestocking under the thumb of her ghastle mother; Alice, a milliner and Susanna's best friend, who is hopelessly in love with Edith's small, bandy-legged father; and Herr Huber, a large and very kind butcher who is hopelessly in love with the very beautiful other-worldly Magdalena. And of course there is Susanna's lover, the Field Marshal. There are quite a few more - it's a big cast of characters. 

The book is very definitely character-led, rather than plot-led: there are lots of stories, but there isn't really a single narrative that drives it, other than the story of Susanna's life. It's Vienna itself, and particularly the square, with its chestnut trees and fountain and statue, which underpins the whole thing. Eva Ibbotson was born in Vienna in 1925, but she and her mother fled the city for England in 1934 - they were Jewish, and her mother was a writer whose work the Nazis had banned. So perhaps the beautiful city of the book is in a sense a dream city, the unattainable setting of a lost childhood. It's utterly delightful.