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The inescapable past – “The Secret Keeper” by Kate Morton

“The Secret Keeper” by Kate Morton, Published in 2012

(As an aside: I would like to start with the question why did Morton title this book “The Secret Keeper”? It just makes it sound like this salacious, torrid, Danielle Steele novel with a large breasted woman in a torn corset on the cover.)

Morton has a formula. In her novels there is always an old woman in her last days suffering from guilt/sorrThe Secret Keeperow/grief over a secret that she has kept all of these years but then someone must uncover this secret to give the old woman forgiveness/peace/comfort.  For many other authors this type of repetition would become tedious BUT Morton’s writing and her amazing gift of story-telling makes her formula great almost every time (“Distant Hours” is the exception).

In 1961, when Laurel was 16 years old, she saw her mother kill a man. And though her mother (Dorothy) and the police have both told her it was in self-defense,  there is something about that day that has always bothered Laurel.  Forty years later, Dorothy is in the hospital facing death and Laurel and her siblings must return home to make decisions about her end of life care.   Returning to her childhood home, Laurel finds herself immersed in memories of her happy childhood:

“The landscape of one’s childhood was more vibrant than any other. It didn’t matter where it was or what it looked like, the sights and sounds imprinted differently from those encountered later. They became part of a person, inescapable.”

But as Laurel comes to terms with her mother’s inevitable death, she begins to realize that, though her mother made her childhood magical, she knows absolutely nothing about who Dorothy was before she had her children.  All she knows is that Dorothy left London during WWII. And there is always that lingering question: why would her mother have been so fast to kill that man on that summer day years before?

Morton then takes the reader back to the late 1930s/early 1940s and begins narrating Dorothy’s life.  Raised by a boring country family Dorothy longs to embrace a different life. As soon as she is old enough she rushes off to London to fulfill her dreams.  Dorothy finds herself in the middle of war-torn London working for an old, rich, and infirm woman.  Dorothy is vivacious but self-absorbed, narcissistic and  difficult to like. As she begins to see how the “other half” lives she starts to long for more than just a simple life by the sea that she had planned with her boyfriend Jimmy.  But time passes and it appears that Dorothy’s dreams of living an elegant life are just not possible. Her wealthy friend Vivien seems to have betrayed her and Dorothy decides she is going to have to make her fortune for herself. Of course, in true Morton style, Dorothy foolishly makes a poor choice that, while seemingly harmless enough, ends up destroying the lives of those around her.

The narrative bounces back and forth between what Laurel is discovering about her mother and the actual story of Dorothy.  Laurel digs deeper into her mother’s past and also revisits many of her childhood memories.  As Laurel finds out more about her mother her own memories take on a different hue and the meaning of certain events in Laurel’s life change.  And of course truth changes everything.

There is a secret in this book (hence the title) which I figured out pretty quickly. But even knowing where the book was headed it was still engaging.  Morton’s writing is lovely. It has a lilt to it.  And she has a way of writing about regret that makes her narrative beautifully tragic.  Her novels always make me cry, and this one was no exception.

Morton has written before about how the choices we make ultimately lead us down the path to who we become and how often those choices haunt us.  Revisiting that theme in “The Secret Keeper” makes it certainly worth the read.  Because, as they say, “if it isn’t broken…”


January 23, 2013 at 8:52 pm 2 comments

Pete and Repeat were sitting on the fence, Pete fell off and Kate Morton wrote “The Distant Hours”

“The Distant Hours” by Kate Morton, Published in 2010

This book was pretty okay and I did enjoy it.

But please remember my earlier statements that I am a sucker for a pretty setting and this story takes place in the English countryside, in a castle. So I am a cheap date that way.

Kate Morton wrote “The House at Riverton” which I loved and think everyone should read. She also wrote “The Forgotten Garden” which was pretty good.  But now with “The Distant Hours” Ms. Morton and I find ourselves at a crossroads (I bet this really hurts her feelings).  Morton has found her storyline which goes a little something like – a woman in the present finds out there is a secret from the past and has to find out what it is to understand her family or history or who she is.  The writing toggles between the present and the past slowly revealing the secret that has caused a lot of sorrow and heartbreak, usually needlessly. Morton is good at this storyline.  But much like a relationship that goes on to0 long, it is time to admit you have grown apart, return the ring, move out and find another storyline. You can do it Kate!!!!

In “Distant Hours” Edie, a young, single woman in publishing, finds out that her mother during WWII was evacuated from London to live in a castle on the English countryside with three eccentric sisters, the Blythe Sisters.  Edie begins to wonder why her mom failed to ever mention this part of her life (hint – there is a mystery here). The Blythe Sisters, of Castle Milderhurst are great characters – Percy the eldest is tough and fiercely protective; Saffy, the middle child, is sweet and mothering; and Juniper is the wild, irresponsible artist.  Yes, you know these characters – they frequently grace the pages of many works of fiction. But here, though familiar, they do not feel completely contrived so it is fairly painless.  By the time Edie meets these women they are ancient and Juniper has spent years in lunacy pining for her finance who never came to claim her.  Think Miss Haversham but cuter, nicer and benign.  The other two sisters have been trapped in the castle all this time caring for Juniper.  Strangely, their father wrote a famous story called “The True History of the Mud Man” which Edie read as a child and from this book her love of literature began.  Edie finds herself at the castle trying to find out about the inspiration of the “Mud Man” while seeking to get to know her emotional closed off mother’s history.  Mystery begets mystery which begets secret which begets a 500+ page novel.  The ending was a little disappointing but still okay.

So this novel could have used some editing and could have been more inventive and could have ended better. That said it is a light read that is enjoyable.  And who cares if Dickens cries from the grave “you stole my characters, you crazy Australian writer!!”

Or you could skip this book and just read “The House at Riverton” instead and if it doesn’t make you cry, you aren’t human.

September 8, 2011 at 9:44 pm 1 comment


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