Carey Ravine appears to have it all. She’s living a happily decadent life in 1770s London with her husband, the charming Oliver Nash. Life is all about parties in stately homes, gorgeous dresses, and sleeping till noon.
Appearances, of course, can be deceiving. Carey’s past is not as innocent as she likes to pretend. She has secrets, not least a father who disappeared into the depths of the Indian jungle. In her efforts to keep her own skeletons firmly in the closet, she has been wilfully blind to her husband’s own secrets, too eager to take at face value all the lies that he has told her. And the Nashes are quickly running short of funds, with creditors lurking at the door.
Carey is a most frustrating young woman. She’s like that naively sweet friend who you suspect is being led on a merry dance by a rotten boyfriend but who is stubbornly incapable of hearing the truth. The reader begins to harbour suspicions about Nash’s true character long before Carey begins to question his shady past. Ultimately a visit from a mysterious stranger leads Carey to commence unraveling the web of lies, leading to a series of revelations about the men in her past and her present.
If you’re among the many lamenting the recent findings that New Zealanders don’t read much local fiction, then this is a great book for you to add to your To Read list. Although the novel is set in London’s high society and the jungles of India, Daley is herself a Kiwi writer, living in the Bay of Plenty.
The Revelations of Carey Ravine is a most entertaining and surprisingly dark glimpse into 18th century London’s secret societies, with a party scene to rival any soiree that Jay Gatsby ever hosted.
Review by Tiffany Matsis
The Revelations of Carey Ravine
by Debra Daley
Published by Quercus