
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was pretty much just fun to read.
I got here via "The Prisoner of Zenda." When I read that and it turned out to be quite a bit of fun, I learned a little about this whole genre, now called Ruritanian romance. That's an adventure/romance (romance in both senses--action novel and love story) that takes place in an invented country or principality in Europe, often with an American MC. Graustark was the next series that sounded likely after Zenda. Turned out to be a good choice.
This is clearly the a product of late 1890's, early 1900's popular literature, something I never had the LEAST interest in growing up in the 60's and 70's. I skipped even touching books that looked like this. But now, older me kinda likes it. It's no longer old in a dusty way, but is quaintly old. We might smile at the somewhat silly "manly American in Europe" trope, but it feels reasonable in this context. The occasional bit of melodramatic dialogue--well, maybe more than just a bit--reads like a charming relic of the time. It's like watching an old B&W movie where characters make long, improbable speeches, all with a mid-Atlantic accent, and you consider being critical of it all, maybe a little cynical and superior, but the characters are compelling, the story is entertaining, and you have to admit to yourself that you want to see what happens.
That's this book.
A handsome, rich, impulsive young American befriends a young foreign traveler on the train and does her a bit of service when she almost gets left behind at a station. They become friends, though he learns little about her. He does learn enough, though, to later try to visit her in her (invented for the novel) little nation of Graustark. Eventually, he learns she's a princess, and they're very old-fashioned there, even for the late 1890's. He disrupts a plot against her, gets framed for a murder, and sneaks a kiss from her even though he's reminded again and again that they have no future. He has to decide if he'll let her sacrifice half her nation to a neighboring principality or allow himself to be convicted of a crime he didn't commit...
It's another surprisingly entertaining book hiding in the memory hole of history. It's probably too dated for regular readers of, say, historical romance, but I found it charming, and I think others might, too. Recommended for the right kind of readers.
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