No reading disappointment compares to a book that starts with fireworks of promise only to crash and burn like a petering petard. Such was Anna Bennett’s The Rogue Is Back In Town. I was excited after the first chapter (with its promise of early-Julia-Quinn-like humour); half-way through, I had a lip-twisting downward trend to my mouth; by 70% in, I was into eye-roll and exasperated sighs territory.
First, let me set the scene for you, dear reader. In 1818 London, Lord Samuel Travis, fortune-less younger son, is the bane of his older brother’s existence: carousing, brawling, and neglecting debts. Older brother Nigel, heir and anti-prodigal son, sets Samuel an ultimatum: out of their home and into a property Nigel wishes to sell. Unfortunately, said property has an uncle and niece living in it, thanks to their deceased father’s largesse. Samuel must oversee their eviction and ensure the property is ready for sale. Can you see it coming, dear reader? Yes, Sam meets the adorable, malapropism-spouting Uncle Alistair and beautiful Miss Juliette Lacey and falls in love. Sam and Alistair get on like a house afire and Juliette and Sam, initial resentful bantering aside, follow suit. In a word, dear reader, they bond, full of affection and family-like feelings, with a strong dose of lustful yearnings on Sam and Juliette’s part.
Bennett’s Rogue started out so well. It was witty in places and downright hooting-laughter-inducing in others (Sam spying on Juliette and a trellis giving way … priceless). In particular, I enjoyed Uncle Alistair’s malapropisms and Sam and Juliette’s banter, for example, when he arrives to inform her of Nigel’s eviction edict:
Lord Travis swooped over the tray, plucking a scone off the platter like some audacious bird of prey … Lord Travis helped himself to a second scone and was plunking sugar cubes into his tea. “Shall I pour for you?” he asked. “Is there anything left?” she replied wryly. “Forgive me. I hadn’t broken my fast, but I’m already feeling more human.” “If only you could behave like one,” she muttered uncharitably. “Do not count on it, tigress,” he said … ”
In contrast, Juliette’s care for her uncle and Sam’s confession about how much he misses his father elicit warm, fuzzy feelings. I thought, beaming at the novel on my Kindle, this is great good fun, a bit silly, but most entertaining!
Sadly, this is Bennett’s sole conceit. And relying on a conceit for a nigh-300-page novel … well, it doesn’t take you very far. A writer must either aim for some depth or, and this is what happens here, rely on a plot-laden narrative. Enter the Big Mis. And then, another one, a Big Mis for the Big Mis so to speak. Ah, but the author is now in a quandary. She needs conflict … enter a moustache-twirling-Perils-Of-Pauline villain. He even has a “menacing laugh.” Frankly, the romance’s last third is a disaster and not only because of what I mentioned previously. I could forgive all if I still loved Juliette and Sam. But Juliette and Sam undergo bizarrely head-spinning character about-faces, sometimes on the same page. It’s rare, but, yes, dear readers, it happens here … I can say BOTH hero and heroine were TSTL. By the end, I could see that Bennett was trying to say something about appearance and reality and hypocrisy, laudable themes all. The execution, on the other hand, left much to be desired. With Miss Austen, I say The Rogue Is Back In Town was “downright labour,” Emma.
Anna Bennett’s The Rogue Is Back In Town is published by St. Martin’s Paperbacks. It was released on January 2nd and may be found at your preferred vendor. I received an e-ARC from St. Martin’s Paperbacks, via Netgalley.
7 thoughts on “MINI-REVIEW: Anna Bennett’s THE ROGUE IS BACK IN TOWN”
‘TSTL’=’too stupid to like’, ‘too silly to love’, ‘this stinks tremendously loudly’…? I don’t know acronyms. It’s too bad the characters changed for the worse. I will stick with a book that has good-natured characters whom I care about at all even if I have to skim the badguy stuff to avoid a jerky antogonist, but will skip or stop reading one that has unpleasant or terminally-foolish main characters. Thanks for the write up.
TSTL=too stupid to live. They were both just so dumb! You’re welcome!!
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That is really too bad–and thanks for clearing it up. Yeah, people can be a little silly, especially since in Regencies most of the females are really young and relatively sheltered, but out-and-out bad judgment is not something I would want in a fantasy partner nor a fantasy version of me, so…nope.
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Three things made me lol when I read your review and the comments.
1. “petering petard” is priceless! I feel I should drop a donation in your hat for the random laugh that erupted from me at that phrase. Instead, I’ll just say merci beaucoup!
2. The image of the trellis giving way whilst Sam spies on Juliette. Serves him right for being a voyeur. Oh and the sugar overload banter.
3. And Donnalee’s quandry RE TSTL. I love “too silly to love” but I’m going to always always translate that acronym from now on to “this stinks tremendously loudly” because TSTL does exactly that when it shows up not just for one MC but both. Perfect description. 😊
I love malapropisms and the characters who spout ‘em, maybe because I’ve been guilty of uttering a few. Like the time I told all and sundry at a family dinner about my mom’s new “Chester drawers.” What was I thinking? I don’t know but I was pulled to the side by my gramps who explained patiently but with a definite twinkle in his eye that it was “chest OF drawers” and NOT some strange man named Chester who stood tirelessly hour after hour, day after day, holding my mom’s underwear for her. 🙄
Too bad the second half of this one had so many missteps. Being derailed in part by the BIG MIS train drives me nuts. One I can handle but after that? I jump.
*chuckles* Every time I read it now, I laugh too. I don’t when I write these things, it’s more that I wanted the opposite analogy to the fireworks! And … I LOVE ALLITERATION!
This was such a delight to start and then, what I cluster of kooky. I wanted to smack these two: there were brawls and midnight trysts and bizarre villainous hackney rides. It really was a hot mess after its initial promise.
Hey, “Chester drawers” makes perfect sense to me!
“cluster of kooky” You did it again! 😂
Once I start, I can’t stop!
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