If you’ve ever been immersed in 1950’s British upper class society, you’ll know just how difficult it is to keep a secret. But as Eva Rice explores in her novel The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets, in a world where gossip reigns as the most common form of communication, there is still much to be learned of people’s true selves.
As very few of the characters behave in a manner that exposes their true likeness, the reader can have a lot of fun discovering these people without getting lost in the glamor of society themselves.
The main character Penelope – one who knows as little about herself as she does the workings of society – grew up during WWII, never having known another kind of life. The reader witnesses her struggle as she is tugged between two distinct walks of life: the pre-WWII proper elegance and the rock n’ roll driven post-war era.
Rice writes with utter clarity and liveliness, bringing about characters as real as the world she describes. Wrapped in beautiful symbolism, her witty dialogue and subtle humor compliments the era, and keeps the reader entertained on every page.
Nodding to 1950’s history (there are some Elvis Presley mentions), Rice grounds the reader in the age, but maintains a lighthearted narrative filled with love, music, and stories relatable to each generation.
The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets is actually one of the few books I would be excited to see translated into film, because Rice writes each scene so clearly, it’s like you’re watching a movie already.
This book has been a joy to read and I’m sad that it’s over, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a relaxing and enchanting book to spend an afternoon with.