June 27, 2016

The Improbability of Love - Hannah Rothschild

Knopf/Bloomsbury, March 31, 2016.



Three Stars



Annie has always been unlucky in love. Finally, she thinks she has found a good man, so she sets out to a thrift shop to find him a perfect, unique gift. She comes home with a dirty old painting, only to discover that her boyfriend has left her. The painting remains in her little apartment as a sad reminder – but it also brings with it a lot more drama than Annie bargained for.


Meanwhile, Annie is also dealing with her alcoholic mother who ends up moving in with her after being arrested, but that becomes the least of her problems as Annie gets drawn into the drama of the London art world and discovers that a variety of experts are attempting to track down her painting. She learns that it is in fact an 18th century masterpiece by Watteau, and its beauty speaks to her – literally. The painting herself actually narrates parts of the novel, and she tells a pretty amazing story. She speaks about her illustrious former owners, including Marie Antoinette and Queen Victoria. The speaking painting is somewhat gimmicky, but the history was interesting enough to make it worthwhile.


The painting, which shares its title with the novel, also has darker historical secrets – they aren’t all frivolous and fun. As research begins on the painting, its provenance is called into question. It may have belonged to a Jewish family previous to World War II, and there is a lot of uncertainty as to how it ended up in a junkshop.


The novel opens up with preparations for an auction in which “The Improbability of Love” will be sold. The entire plot is building up to this big event, but when it finally happens, it falls flat. The action starts slow, but then the story moves in so many different directions – while it did get stronger as the various storylines came together, everything just kind of fell apart in the end. It was still fun to read, but even though it had so much potential, it just became very silly and awkward.


Rothschild is on the board of the National Gallery in London, so she knows well the rich and famous of the art world, making it likely that the novel is mostly satirical. The artistic details are meticulously researched, but there was too much detail and it became tedious to read. Annie’s character was very strong, but there were too many other points of view. Finally, while the painting’s narration is quirky and interesting, the style became overdone as it carried on. This novel is a Bailey’s Women’s Prize finalist, and while I do think it is clever and interesting, I’m not sure it belongs on that list.


I received this novel from Knopf/Bloomsbury and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

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