This Rough Magic
By Mary Stewart
Publisher: Hodder and Stoughton
Release Date: May 26, 2011 (Made available in U. S
by Hachette in 2017; original U. S. publication by William Morrow, 1964)
Reviewed by Janga
Lucy Waring, a young actress who is “resting” after the play she was in folded, accepts the invitation of her three-years-older sister Phyllida Forli, wife of a Roman banker, to join her at the family villa on Corfu, the Greek island rumored to be the island on which Prospero and his daughter Miranda take refuge in Shakespeare’s The Tempest. Phyllida, heavily pregnant with her third child, is delighted to have Lucy’s company, and Lucy, although disappointed that her first London role ended so soon, is enjoying time with her sister and the beauty of the island. She is intrigued when Phyllida tells her that the Forlis’ tenant at the Castello dei Fiori, the ancestral castle of Phyllida’s in-laws, is none other than the legendary British actor, Sir Julian Gale, who has ties to the island.
Lucy’s first encounter with a Gale is not with Sir Julian but with his son Max, a well-known composer. They meet when someone shoots at a dolphin who has first terrified and then delighted Lucy during a solo swim in the bay. Lucy confronts Max when she sees him in the shadow of the pines above the bay, thinking he is the gunman. He denies her charge, questions her veracity, and rudely suggests that she leave the way she came. It’s no surprise that she sees him as totally lacking in the charm his father exudes.
The episode with the dolphin is soon overshadowed by the presumed death of Spiro, twin brother of Miranda, Phyllida’s maid. According to the account of Godfrey Manning, the English author/photographer who employed the young man as an assistant and model, Spiro was washed overboard during a night-photography boat trip. When Lucy discovers a drowned body, she thinks it is Spiro’s, but when it turns out to be a shady local who is believed to be involved in a smuggling operation. Lucy feels sympathy for Godfrey, but her feelings for Max remain mixed until a midnight seaside meeting involving saving a beached dolphin and finding a lost diamond leads to a kiss that changes everything. Once it is clear that Max is the hero, the mystery moves at a rapid pace to its conclusion, but not before an unexpected swim, a scary motorcycle ride, and Shakespeare-worthy lines shock Lucy and the reader.
If you follow romance writers and readers on social media, you probably read some of the gleeful posts last fall when Mary Stewart’s many fans in the community exulted over their one-click purchases of Stewart’s books at long last available in digital format for American readers—and at bargain prices. I was one of those posting. Perhaps you were too. Stewart (1916-2014), credited as the founder of modern romantic suspense, holds a spot in the history of romance fiction that is equaled only by Georgette Heyer. She was not only immensely popular, but she was also a major influence on two generations of writers.
Her first novel, Madam, Will You Talk? (1954) was followed by Wildfire at Midnight (1956), Nine Coaches Waiting (1958), My Brother Michael (1959), The Ivy Tree (1961), and several others. I read—and reread them all and then reread them again and again. Stewart became the standard by which I measured other authors. I can’t count the times I concluded my comments on a book I had read with the words “It’s not as good as a Mary Stewart.” When I went on a marathon rereading after my purchases last fall, I found that Stewart’s storytelling was as powerful and her characters as engaging as they were when I first read these books more than half a century ago. I enjoyed all the books, but my favorites continue to be:
3. My Brother Michael (a Delphi-set story featuring a quiet Classics professor as the hero),
2. Wildfire at Midnight (a creepy Gothic tale set in the Hebrides), and
1. This Rough Magic.
Simon in My Brother Michael was among the first beta heroes with whom I fell in love, I date my fondness for the reunited lovers trope to my investment in Gianetta and Nicholas Drury in Wildfire at Midnight, but This Rough Magic was the one I pulled off the shelf to reread most often. It epitomizes for me all the things I love in Mary Stewart’s books.
She makes the settings in which her characters move so real I end the book feeling as if I have been to Greece or Scotland or England. That’s the feeling I get when I read this description of the bay in This Rough Magic:
The bay was deserted and very quiet. To either side of it the wooded promontories thrust out into the calm, glittering water. Beyond them the sea deepened through peacock shades to a rich, dark blue, where the mountains of Epirus floated in the clear distance, less substantial than a bank of mist. The far snows of Albania seemed to drift like clouds.
Her heroines (typically the first-person narrator) are intelligent but susceptible to errors, courageous (physically and morally) but capable of fear, and confident but with credible insecurities. Her heroes are strong but not invulnerable, proud but able to admit mistakes, and honorable but flawed. Her villains are not abstractions of evil but human creatures who have compromised their morality or who are twisted in some way—sometimes heartbreakingly so. Her secondary characters serve a purpose and add dimension to the story. My favorite scene in This Rough Magic is Lucy’s meeting with Sir Julian as the two actors, one famous and one unknown, speak lines from The Tempest to one another. (The literary allusions are another Stewart quality that I love.) Finally, her books may rank low on today’s sensuality scale, but they do not lack in sexual tension. Take this scene between Lucy and Max, for example:
For the second time that night I felt myself gripped, and roughly silenced, but this time by his mouth. It was cold, and tasted of salt, and the kiss seemed to last forever. We were both soaked to the skin, and chilled, but where our bodies met and clung I could feel the quick heat of his skin and the blood beating warm against mine. We might as well have been naked.
If you haven’t read Mary Stewart, you really should give her a try. If you have but it has been a while, download your favorite (Prices are still low), and settle in for a wonderful reread. I assure you the Stewart magic has not faded. If you were one of the one-clickers like me, how many did you buy? (Fourteen for me.) What’s your favorite?