Review: Joan Lindsay’s “Picnic at Hanging Rock”
My Lord, this book was shite. Overwritten, melodramatic, one suspects of woolly historical accuracy and little interest, it was PAINFUL. The last 20pp I just skimmed through to confirm that the headmistress was actually the devil incarnate. Otherwise, yes, those chicks went missing, oh dear, no-one knows what happened to them, oh woe is them and the college, and there’s no reason to write a terrible novel about it. And thank god this didn’t include her posthumous final chapter that speculated that the lost women had fallen into a time warp (I kid you not). The only moderately interesting features were the rudimentary class analysis acted out by the characters, and the fact that so many of the characters were clearly gay: Albert and the Hon. Michael, most of the girls in the college re Miranda and the French Mademoiselle. Still didn’t remotely salvage this book from awfulness.
Where it came from: Library via Bookclub
Time and manner of reading: Increasingly tedious bed and armchair reads
Where it went: Home
Reminds me of/that: —
Who I’d recommend it to: Historical novel desperadoes
Also reading: Being Alive edited by Neil Astley