From international bestselling author Posie Graeme-Evans comes the passionate tale of a woman ahead of her time.
Ellen Gowan is the only surviving child of a scholarly village minister and a charming girl disowned by her family when she married for love. Growing up in rural Norfolk, Ellen’s childhood was poor but blessed with affection. Resilience, spirit, and one great talent will carry her far from such humble beginnings. In time, she will become the witty, celebrated, and very beautiful Madame Ellen, dressmaker to the nobility of England, the Great Six Hundred.
Yet Ellen has secrets. At fifteen she falls for Raoul de Valentin, the dangerous descendant of French aristocrats. Raoul marries Ellen for her brilliance as a designer but abandons his wife when she becomes pregnant. Determined that she and her daughter will survive, Ellen begins her long climb to success. Toiling first in a clothing sweat shop, she later opens her own salon in fashionable Berkeley Square though she tells the world – and her daughter - she’s a widow. One single dress, a ballgown created for the enigmatic Countess of Hawksmoor, the leader of London society, transforms Ellen’s fortunes, and as the years pass, business thrives. But then Raoul de Valentin returns and threatens to destroy all that Ellen has achieved.
In The Dressmaker, the romance of Jane Austen, the social commentary of Charles Dickens and the very contemporary voice of Posie Graeme-Evans combine to plunge the reader deep into the opulent, sinister world of teeming Victorian England. And if the beautiful Madame Ellen is not quite what she seems, the strength of her will sees her through to the truth, and love, at last.
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About the Author
Posie Graeme-Evans is the internationally bestselling author of five novels, including The Island House and The Dressmaker. She has worked in Australian film and television for the last thirty years as a director, commissioning executive and creator/producer of hundreds of hours of drama and children’s series, including the worldwide smash hit McLeod’s Daughters and Daytime Emmy nominated Hi-5. She lives in Tasmania with her husband and creative partner, Andrew Blaxland. Visit her website at PosieGraemeEvans.com.
Read an Excerpt
IT WAS the season of Advent and the night was blade sharp. Ground-glass white was the frost, and the eyes and noses of London were bright with cold.
It had become late. The market streets of that great metropolis, that city of cities, were emptying as lanterns and lights were staunched without and within the shops and houses. Drays and carts and private carriages rattled away, the harsh crash and grind of iron on stone, and as their noise departed, so too did the wash of human voices. London, heaving with trade and plenty and paucity, would settle soon into the freezing, star-strewn dark and sleep without protest in promise of the Christmas to come.
In a fashionable part of town a little removed from the rowdy vigor of commerce, a hired carriage waited outside of 38 Berkeley Square. A tall and elegant building, number 38 stood among a row of similar mansions. As with its neighbors, stone steps mounted to a black-lacquered door as glossy as pitch or tar. But a brass plate beside the bellpull—so small as to be almost a label—distinguished this establishment from its companions. Engraved upon it were the words:
CHEZ MISS CONSTANCE
MADAME ELLEN GOWAN
MODISTE & MANTUA MAKER
Number 38, then, was a place of trade and not a family dwelling, a singularity in a handsome square such as this.
The carriage horse snuffled. Her master rubbed the mare’s ears and said, “Not so very much longer.” Theirs had been a cold wait. The driver, a Kentishman, could smell the frost descending; soon the cobbles would wear a silver coat.
A slant of light splashed gold to the man’s feet. A visitor was departing from a house close by. Voices carried in that unmoving air.
“Compliments of the Season. Good night, good night!”
The coachman sniffed. He muttered, “Indeed it is. For some.” He would have liked to be as pink and happy and fat as that cheerful gentleman. The cold of this night might be tolerable with so much lard beneath the waistcoat.
“To you also!” This from the host and his lady—he in tartan trews of red and green, she in velvet of a violent, unflattering purple. The first notes of a polka began in the upstairs drawing room as the butler closed the door, restoring the night to its proper place outside his master’s house. Music and laughter were contained within once more, and the square decently returned to dense, cold quiet.
The horse coughed. She lipped at the coachman’s nose and stamped, breathing a chaff-smelling cloud above her old friend’s head. This exhalation of the beast, at least, was warm. The man laughed at his companion’s attentions. He might not be a fine, portly gentleman but still, there was much to be grateful for—compared to some. His coat was thick and he had a low-crowned hat crammed upon his head and a muffler about his throat. When driving around these winter streets, it was important to have a warm head. His boots were serviceable, too, unlike the shoeless wretches who would sleep on the streets and in the doorways of the city tonight. Their naked feet would be pinched white in this cruel weather. So many were destitute, even in wealthy London. The children affected him most. But what could he do, one man among so many?
The coachman shivered. But the truth past the philosophizing was this: He and the mare had been waiting for two quarters of an hour past the time he had been instructed to return.
The bells at the Abbey had just sounded the half. Soon it would be midnight. The horse snuffled her master’s coat. Was there just one more treat hidden in those capacious pockets? The man shook his head. “Sorry, lass. Not even a morsel’s left.”
The wrenching of frozen hinges announced the door of number 38 had opened. A tall man stood out upon the steps. His face was shadowed but his words, a freight for silver breath, carried to the coachman. “Madame, it remains only to wish you the very best of good nights.” The well-dressed gentleman spoke in English but with a bold French accent. “After this most delightful of evenings, be sure I shall count the moments until I may return. All felicitations of the season. Adieu.” An elegant bow, a flourish of the hat, and the Frenchman made his departure. He moved with the grace of a dancer. Few men walked as elegantly as he. Perhaps he was conscious of the fact.
Having pulled down the carriage step, the coachman stared respectfully ahead until his passenger, in a flurry of coat skirts, climbed inside. The equipage rocked and settled upon its straps. Knocking the head of his cane against the roof, the man called out, “The business is concluded. For now. Remove me, driver.”
“Certainly, Sir.” All cabbies are trained to discretion, but privately the coachman wondered about the man’s half laugh as he spoke, his not-quite-pleasant tone. He clambered to his seat and gathered the reins in fingers stiff with cold.
“Around we go, lass.” He turned the carriage gingerly on the glassy roadway. A movement caught his eye. The door of number 38 had been closed and the outside lantern staunched, but a lady’s hand was at the curtain in an upstairs window. A prickle at the nape of his neck told him they were being watched.
The cabbie touched the mare’s shoulder with his whip’s thong and sharp echoes bounced back from the dwellings on either side as they rolled away. He was convinced that if he were to look back, the lady in the upstairs room would be staring after them still. The man shivered, and it was not because of the cold.
• • •
Ellen Gowan turned from the window. The soft net fell to its place with a sigh, a film against the obsidian pane. There was no light in the room, no fire or candle, but Ellen could see her image well enough. It was reflected in the dressing glass on her table. Why was her appearance unchanged? Tonight her carefully constructed world had been taken apart, remorselessly torn into small and then smaller fragments. And yet she looked as she always did. She found that odd. And suddenly it was too much.
“Oriana. Can you hear me? Help me, I beg of you! Oh, please.” The wail of a lost child. Hearing herself, Ellen almost broke—she who had not cried since . . . “No!” Hand-heels ground against bone yet these, her eye-sockets, were strong enough. Dams to hold back grief. “I will not!” She would push the tears behind the orbs of her eyes, hold them inside her body. She would not cry.
Polly knocked softly. “You need not be alone.” Standing in the passage outside Ellen’s room, Polly’s candle outlined the shape of the door. Like water, light, once introduced, will not be denied.
Ellen did not immediately reply. Her throat constricted even as she said, “Go to bed, Polly.”
On any other night, Ellen might have opened the door to her friend. There is solace in an orderly life, chatting amiably while plaiting one’s hair for sleep. But not tonight.
Polly’s silent shuffle was eloquent. Ellen could hear her breathing. “I know how upset you are. That man . . .”
“No!” Ellen modified her tone. “I cannot talk of—” She stopped. And then, “Sleep well, dearest Polly.”
“We will come through this, Ellen. We always have before.”
A pause and the footfalls departed. Distantly, Polly’s door creaked open and closed with its accustomed click.
In her room, Ellen’s eyes adjusted to the dark. Slowly, as if emerging from water, she made out her reflection in the looking glass again. The white part of her eye glittered briefly as she moved close to the dressing table. She saw her face as a painter might—the shapes and volumes and planes, the suggestion of color to the mouth and eyes. Was she pretty? He had said she was, tonight. No, he had said, exquisite and beautiful. Such compliments were abuse from his mouth.
“Enough!” At last, rage made its appearance and Ellen rejoiced. Scarlet fury brought a rushing tide of energy, one that rode high in her chest and shortened her breath. But this was from strength, not dumb misery.
Ellen fumbled over to the mantelpiece and found the vestas and the silver candlestick with its honey-smelling, country-smelling, garden-of-her-childhood-smelling candle. This was the first brave luxury she had allowed herself as things improved. Beeswax instead of tallow, even in the bedrooms. The vigorous click-scritch as she struck light to the wick was just as it should be, a normal sound on this most abnormal of nights. She touched the flame to the ready-laid fire, a further act of defiance.
Ellen Gowan would not cringe and cry in the dark. She would be warm for she had earned the money so to be. Let there be fire! Let there be candles, not one but several!
And as the coals caught from the wood shavings artfully placed among them, Ellen stood in the very center of her gracious room, a branch of candles in her hand. Slowly she turned and allowed the pliant flame to illuminate all those things that she, and she alone, had placed there. The gilt-framed paintings, the bound books in their presses, the splendor of the carpet beneath her handmade shoes.
She was the famous, some might say the notorious, Madame Ellen Gowan, creator of gowns and all manner of finery to the ladies of the most prominent families of England, the Great Six Hundred. She had worked for her renown, sacrificed so much, and she would not allow him to destroy her work, or her life. Not again.
Distantly, the hour began to chime. Ellen stood at her window and stared out at the sky, spangled with stars. One, two, three . . . “He shall not take what he wants. Do you hear me, Oriana? I shall not let him take it.” Four, five, six . . . “I shall send him back to the past.” Seven, eight . . . “He belongs there.” Nine . . . “Mine is the future.” Ten . . . “I shall claim the future. As you wanted me to.” Eleven . . . “And I shall not be afraid.” Twelve. Midnight.
Ellen pushed up the heavy window sash and leaned out. The moon rode high above Berkeley Square and its light found diamonds in the flagstones, turning the world to silver. In that transformation was magic. Or sorcery.
But there was power in this glinting world ruled by the moon, and mystery in its shadows. Ellen was not afraid of the London night, it had proved a friend in the past.
And yet nothing on that frozen midnight was as it seemed. Least of all Madame Ellen Gowan.
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for The Dressmaker includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Posie Graeme-Evans. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
Ellen Gowan’s childhood in the wilds of Norfolk is a happy one. Ellen’s parents are deeply in love, and their quiet family life is rich with affection and respect yet poor in worldly goods. But a tragic accident on Ellen’s thirteenth birthday changes the course of her childhood forever, and Ellen must find courage and strength of will beyond her years to face the hardships that follow. But undeniable artistic talent, wit, and an indomitable spirit carry her from Norfolk to London, and in time she is transformed into Madame Ellen: dressmaker to the nobility of England, the Great Six Hundred.
Beautiful Madame Ellen is burdened by the secrets she has been forced to keep along her journey, ones that could destroy the success and happiness she has fought so hard to create. She will need all that she has—will, strength, talent, and passion—to find and hold a place for herself in an unforgiving era in which women’s involvement in the world of business is a rarity.
QUESTIONS AND TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
1. The title of the novel is The Dressmaker. Discuss how Ellen’s inborn talent impacts her life at its various stages. What do you think might have happened to her had she not possessed such a skill? Do you think she’s defined by her role as a dressmaker? Do you think this title—her title—speaks to Ellen’s role in the lives of those around her in a symbolic as well as a practical way?
2. Choose one adjective you think best sums up the character of Ellen Gowan and share it with the group. Were you surprised by how others in your group perceived Ellen? What are her strengths and her weaknesses? How are your perceptions of these altered throughout the story?
3. How do you view the various examples of marriage and romantic relationships in this novel (some to consider: Edward and Constance, Daisy and Isidore, Oriana and Connor, Ellen and Raoul, and Ellen and Connor). Based on your reading, what do you make of attitudes about marriage during this time? What about attitudes regarding fidelity, sex, or love?
4. The novel ends with Connor and Ellen together, though it seems, earlier on, that he never considered her in a romantic way. Did you see it as a marriage of convenience (normal at the time), or do you believe they had something more? Do you think they will eventually come to be truly in love, in a way comparable to what Connor and Oriana had?
5. When Daisy comes to Clairmallon upon Isidore’s death, Ellen observes: “Cruelty. Weakness. Perhaps they were the same. In effect” (p. 293). Discuss power and weakness as related to gender and class in this novel. Do you agree with Ellen’s insight? Why or why not?
6. Raoul de Valentin, though the antagonist, is a complex character. Do you believe that he truly loved Ellen, at least in the beginning? If so, discuss his motivations in faking the marriage. If not, why do you believe he went through the charade in the first place, when he could so easily have taken advantage of Ellen after Constance’s death with the aid of Carolina? If their business attempt had succeeded, do you think Raoul would have stayed? Do you feel there was any point in the book where Raoul had a true opportunity for redemption and failed to grasp it?
7. Ellen and Oriana have very different childhoods and each endure unique hardships as they grow into womanhood, but in many ways they are also quite similar. Compare and contrast their characters as a result of the experiences that shaped them. Did you find yourself identifying more with one than the other throughout the book? What did you think of Oriana’s request for Ellen to leave Connie at Clairmallon? Do you think Ellen would have asked the same of Oriana, had their positions been reversed?
8. The novel is full of examples of blighted ambition and characters trapped by circumstance. Do you feel that deep unhappiness excuses the scheming behavior or betrayals of some of the more antagonistic characters (consider Miss Wellings, Carolina Wilkes, Isidore Cleat, and Raoul de Valentin)? Or did you find them entirely unsympathetic?
9. The theme of appearance (versus reality) recurs constantly throughout the book, from the moment in Norfolk when Constance laments that Ellen is “too pretty” (p. 25) and will thus be feared. What are some obvious (and not so obvious) examples of this idea? Why do you think people put such stock in appearances at the time, when it was common knowledge that darkness and debauchery lurked behind many closed doors? Do you see appearance as a shield of sorts (in Ellen’s case), or is it more of a mask (as with Raoul)?
10. Madame Angelique says “ ‘it is sad to find ability in the hands of one who will never use it to real effect . . . [you], with all that this world provides, do not have the need, or the hunger, to pursue such talent. God grant that remains the case’ ” (p. 114). What do you make of this assessment? Do you think, even if Isidore had not thrown them out, Ellen would have pursued her talent? Do you believe her life would have been better if she hadn’t, as Madame Angelique seems to think?
11. The Dressmaker has a cast of strong, supporting female characters. Think about all the different women who impact Ellen’s life: Polly, Oriana, Madame Angelique, Mrs. Ikin, Constance, Daisy, and even little Connie. What does Ellen learn from each of these women at various points of the novel? What do they learn from her? Think about the women who play a significant role in your life. What can you learn from them?
12. Consider this quote: “ ‘Mama? All will be well, will it not?’ Ellen asked only what all children ask for: certainty in an uncertain world” (p. 88). Do you agree with the idea that everyone—not only children—seek out certainty in an uncertain world? Do you think that this desire greatly influences and motivates Ellen, who is forced to act more grown up than her age on multiple occasions? Is the quest for certainty an important one, for all the characters, in one way or another? What about for you?
ENHANCE YOUR BOOK CLUB
1. Read and discuss Posie Graeme-Evans’s previous works, the Anne de Bohun trilogy (The Innocent, The Exiled, and The Uncrowned Queen). Compare Anne to Ellen. Do you see any similarities between the two heroines? Is there a time period you prefer to read about?
2. Do some research on the fashions of Victorian England in the 1850s. Have everyone bring in an image of their favorite. If you’re feeling truly adventurous, have everyone re-create the styles and turn your club into a costume party for the evening!
3. Learn more about the author at www.posiegraemeevans.com.
A CONVERSATION WITH POSIE GRAEME-EVANS
When Ellen is attempting to discover her misstep in translating Lady Hawksmoor’s dress from paper to reality, she tells herself: “Method. Examine each aspect, each element of the gown. Then look at the whole” (p. 318). Do you feel a kind of kinship to Ellen in this approach, in regards to your writing process?
Yes I do. My whole working life, TV as well as writing novels, has been about trying to understand the structure of something. If you can make the structure work, you have a fighting chance of creating a satisfying whole, be it a script, a film, or a book. And taking things apart, piece by piece, helps you avoid panic when things aren’t working (and you just can’t avoid that truth!).
From Norfolk to London to Clairmallon, the novel is rich in sense of place and atmosphere. Is a lot of this “setting of the stage” created out of heavy research? Do you tend to gather all the research and map out your story before you begin, or do you prefer to make discoveries as you write?
I have always loved England—its landscape, its architecture, its history. I travel as much as I can to the places I’m going to write about, too. Not to take notes so much, more just to stand somewhere and look and feel, taste the air (somehow), sense what might have happened there. But then, yes, once I begin to write, I think the story discovers me. I do read around the subject and look at books and search on the net for details of the era I’m trying to conjure from thin air, but I don’t plot the story out. Television writing is always so disciplined, so plotted and pored over in group meetings, that it’s a relief for me, just a single person facing a blank page, to wait until words begin to form and characters step forward from the mist. Then I wait to see what they’re going to do and try to write fast enough to get it all down!
There are obviously gaps and missing pieces in historical evidence; how do you make the determination whether or not an imagined event, dialogue, or action is authentic or possible? What questions do you ask yourself? Do you consult others for verification?
Each book is different, but I find I’m very influenced, always, by the writings from a particular era. I try to read as much as I can about the time I’m targeting, and also, perhaps, search for the authentic voices of the people who lived then—diaries, letters, etc. Then one of the most important things for me to do is to write myself into the “voice” of the book. With The Dressmaker, I knew I wanted, very much, to capture the different ways people used language in the mid-nineteenth century, however, I also did not want a contemporary reader to find the words
I used, or the ways the characters spoke, too hard to read. A tough balance, because I adore language, adore obscure but rich words. All I can say is that this book had draft after draft after draft and it took me a loooong time to feel satisfied that I had given the world I’d invented, and the people in it, reality in there, and my, terms. They won’t be told, sometimes. They’ll say what they say!
What responsibilities do you, as a writer of historical fiction, feel toward your audience? Do you think those responsibilities would be different if you were a nonfiction writer?
I want the worlds within my books to be as real as they can possibly be. But, also, I want the story to be engrossing and satisfying and for the characters to be as rich and multilayered as I can make them. These, above all, are my responsibilities to my readers, I think. However, I could not live with myself if I thought that the details of the world within the book were not correct. I really do try to make sure that I can answer every question that might be asked of me. And then, of course, like almost every novelist, I do give myself license, from time to time, to make facts bend a bit for the purposes of drama. Not too much . . . but some.
You say in the acknowledgments that Ellen began as a minor character in an entirely different story. What made you decide to abandon that original story and tell hers instead? Was she always a dressmaker? If not, why did you choose to make her one?
I didn’t really decide to abandon the other story—it just became clear that I had to. It wasn’t working, simple as that. And my Australian editor, Nicola O’Shea—who is good at tough love—pointed out that inescapable fact. Boy, did I find that truth hard to hear! But she was right. She very often is. And, in a way, when I surrendered and stopped trying so hard, Ellen’s story flowed on to the page, and I just scrambled to keep up with what she was doing. And, yes, she always was a dressmaker. I became interested in the fact that for the longest time, the whole world thought fashion began and ended in Paris (has anything changed? Maybe.). The English of the nineteenth century just didn’t value their own creators and designers. I decided Ellen would break that mold, but I wanted it to be a real journey. The things that matter are not easy, they do have to be practiced and learned, I believe.
Do you have a particular interest in the fashions of the age in which Ellen lives? Or just a general fascination with Victorian London? Was it fun delving into the details of the styles and fabrics of the time (particularly the decadent description of Lady Hawksmoor’s ball gown)?
I adored it all! It was the best fun looking at the clothes of the time (the crinoline, uncomfortable as it must have been to wear, what with corsets and all, has to rank as one of the most flattering and romantic garments of all time). And then, placing those clothes in their time, almost as a symbol of that time, was like composing a painting. All color and movement and texture—fleeting glimpses of this and that to think about and draw upon. When I write, it’s as if a movie plays in my head—and I loved looking through the highways and byways of Victorian England with Ellen beside me.
Many authors find that their characters are extensions of themselves, in one way or another. Do you find that to be true? Which character do you identify with most? Are any of the characters in The Dressmaker based on people you know?
An interesting observation. But I’ve been a storyteller in another form for a very long time and I find it hard to untangle the various influences that inhabit and form my characters. I know that I’m watching and listening all the time. People I meet, places, events, bits of conversations in public places (are all writers born voyeurs? I think so!). So, is any of it me? Hmm. Attitudes here and there perhaps, in various characters. I don’t look like any of them, I know that. But, rather than taking elements of myself, I think the characters are amalgams of many, many people—and then they become themselves as they are written. I certainly identify with Ellen’s struggle, however, and I like Polly very much, too. And I think Mrs. Ikin, a minor character though she is, would be someone I’d like to know. Raoul interests me, too, and Carolina Wilkes. Love the baddies as much as the goodies. I could go on and on! But all the characters develop so much as they are written, draft to draft, and I think that’s what we all do in the course of a life.
Was it always your intention to end the novel with Connor and Ellen together? Do you believe it’s truly possible for them to fall in love with each other without the shadow of Oriana—someone they both loved—coming between them (especially for Ellen)?
What an interesting question. Did I always intend for them to be together? Hmmm. Perhaps I did, but then I never know until I come down right toward the end. By that, I mean the ending declares itself. I think Ellen does truly love Connor, right from the start. It happens. Though rarely. And he is loyal to Oriana, so she chokes off any feeling she might have had for him. I think the human heart is a very enigmatic but flexible organ. Would Oriana come between them? Actually, I don’t think so. Ellen seeks permission to love Connor, somehow, and gets it from her cousin. But she dithers right until the last moment. In the end, I’m glad she takes the plunge. People do that: throw the dice. And she’s brave enough and strong enough to do it. I like, though, that she tells him the truth and says she could not bear it if he did not love her. He doesn’t have to marry Ellen, but he does. I like to think he’s sincere. I like to think that they will be happy. But maybe that’s because I believe happiness and love are both possible between people.
All of your novels feature a female protagonist. Do you find it easier to write from a woman’s perspective? Do you imagine that women at the time had more interesting stories to tell?
I like writing about women because . . . I do. The obvious answer, I suppose, is because I’m a woman. But then, I like writing about men as well. If I write about the past, at the moment, it’s because I enjoy the look of the canvas, i.e., the appearance of things—clothes, buildings, food, everyday life. But most of my TV drama is contemporary. I think people always have interesting stories. My next book is set in the present (in North East Scotland) and a thousand years ago. Perhaps that counts as moving closer to now. Strangely (!) there’s still a bunch of strong women in this next story. I suppose that’s not a coincidence.
A significant idea in the book is learning to live in the present, for the future, instead of dwelling on the past. Is that a mantra you live by?
Yes, it is. It’s what producers do all the time—and I’ve been a producer for thirty years. However, I’m also trying to teach myself to just live in the present and not to think so much about everything that might go wrong in the future.
This is your fourth novel. Your previous three novels all center on Anne de Bohun, who was a real historical figure. Was the experience of writing Ellen, a completely fictionalized heroine, very different?
You bet it was! In the previous book I had a real framework to hang things on—and the architecture of actual events and people. Here everything blurred and spread out without defined boundaries—until I learned to corral the story a bit better. It wasn’t harder as such, but it sure was different.
The story of Anne was a trilogy; do you plan to do the same with Ellen and/or the Moncrieff family? If not, what are you working on next?
I think The Dressmaker is a one-off—at the moment (never say never!). I’m currently working on a third draft of The Island House. It’s set on a small imaginary island off the northeast coast of Scotland in the present and, in parallel, around 850 AD, the time of the Viking raids. It’s about the discovery, in the present, of a buried Viking ship. Two skeletons lie in that boat, surrounded by treasure, and the girl in the present who finds the grave has a link to those men. It’s a love story and a ghost story, and I hope to have the novel finished early next year.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Loved the book. The story line was awesome!
What a wonderful book!! From the first few pages I was hooked and had a hard time putting the story down. Ellen's story was so moving, and at times, you are in need of tissues. But overall, this story showed the strength of female friendship and support, the importance of good family, and how the inner drive to succeed can help you to overcome much adversary. Raoul's character made my skin crawl from the beginning but I very much enjoyed the ending (without giving away any spoilers). The story of Connor and Oriana was beautiful and made a nice complement to Ellen's story. I would highly recommend this book!(
I laughed...I cried. I couldn't put the book down. Superb story telling. I loved Ellens strength despite the agonies she had to endure. She never gave up! She truly triumphed.
Great read hard to put down
I loved this book so much, I had to have all of Posie Graeme-Evans's books. Highly recommended.
It is the day of Ellen Gowan's 13th birthday party as Posie Graeme-Evans novel "The Dressmaker" opens. Ellen's journey from innocent schoolgirl, raised in modest circumstances by her loving parents to to Madame Ellen, dressmaker to the leading ladies in England's society, is an adventure not to be missed. Reminiscent of a cross between Jane Austen and Phillipa Gregory, the trials and tribulations, sorrows and joys make for an easy, enjoyable read. This is a rainy day indulgence kind of book - implausible and predictable at times, but Ms. Graeme-Evans tells a good tale overall and makes you sorry to see the end - which comes a bit abruptly.
If you love historical fiction and a strong female lead, you will like this book. The character development pulls you in until u have to finish the book. I wish the ending didnt leave the audience wondering.
I love historical novels and was totally entranced by The Dressmaker. With 439 pages I was interested in each and was sad when the story was over. I was a little confused about the location in England of some of the homes that Ellen lived in and the speech and slang seemed a little off in some parts of the story. But these were such slight imperfections that it didn't detract from the story at all. I loved the descriptions of the clothing and homes and how they were decorated. These descriptions bring the story to life. Although Ellen had a very sad and trying life for most of her years she worked hard and made good friends and her family loved her to make the story happy at the same time.
I enjoyed this well written historical novel that takes place between 1843 and 1856. The story begins on Ellen's 13th birthday and her future will be determined by the events of that day. All of the elements we love in historical novels are here and though the story is a bit predictable it's none the less a good read.
This took me a few chapter to get into but when I did, I was swept up into Victorian England. Just to clarify, it isn't a pretty sight. Poverty is something to be truly feared, as the women of this time period well know.I hesitate to call it a story because it trivializes what the author has accomplished. She has created the life of Ellen Gowan during an oppressive time period for women. She intricately weaves aspects into the book to create a believable protagonist who faces the difficulties of class and money within and without society.The book consists of 3 parts; Ellen's latency including her 13th birthday where tragedy strikes, up to age 15. Part II is Ellen's coming of age. Again, not pretty. More death and sorrow, marriage, pregnancy, destitution, lasting friendship, and survival. Part III is Ellen's success story intertwined with the continuation of earlier stories from Parts I and II.What is striking about this book, besides the fact that the author brings a character to life, is the way the story unfolds and shows the reader the real challenges of Victorian England when one is not affluent or cleverly dishonest. This book is Pride and Prejudice if the Bennetts had no money or estate and Mr. Darcy never arrived. Yet for all the grit, this is not a sad tale. Ellen is not a victim even though her circumstances merit the title. She is also not a heroine who unrealistically rises above it all. She is a woman who finds herself despite circumstances beyond her control. She is a woman who discovers lasting friendship from other women who suffer differently than herself. She is a woman who creates happiness.
I found the style irritating from the very first pages, studded with frequent italics and exclamation points to suit the melodramatic tone. Here's a paragraph of it from the prologue: Ellen Gowan would not cringe and cry in the dark. She would be warm for she had earned the money so to be. Let there be fire! Let there be candles, not one but several! That strident tone is kept throughout. After the prologue we see Ellen, the dressmaker of the title, as a girl on her thirteenth birthday in 1843. Her family is ruined! Ruined! When another teenage boy kisses her in public. And then--it's God's judgment for her sin in allowing it--the church falls down killing her father the vicar at the altar. Because of an earthquake. In England. I searched online and apparently there is a history of small quakes in Britain, but in all of it's recorded history there have only been a total of 12 deaths from them in the entire island. Afterward Ellen's mother is so prostrate with grief she doesn't speak for days. That's only about 75 pages in.Really, the overwrought plot and writing was hard to take, and I only persisted reading because the author was on a list of recommended writers for historical fiction. I was disappointed that so little of the book was devoted to her rise as a modiste, and the world of Victorian fashion, and her success due more to luck than business acumen. I found this in the end a rather mediocre soap opera and treacly romance.
Great story. Beautifully written. The characters came alive. I highly recommend.
I guess I should have known that a book called the dressmaker would have a lot of references about dresses and materials and dress styles. Since I am not really into dresses, the book was not very interesting to me.
This book took time to read since I had to keep using the dictionary to find obscure and alternative meanings of words. She uses language and objects of the period. Also French. Very intriguing. There are areas I did find weak however it was a fun read.
I really enjoyed this book so much. So glad I stumbled across this by browsing the B&N website. I will check on her other books now in Nook books.
Could not put it down once I started it. Loved the characters, Ellen had such strength!
This was one of the best books I've read in a while - one of those that you just can't put down. Great story, great characters. I found myself hoping the heroine wouldn't marry the 'villain' in this book, and physically felt outraged by his treatment of her. The story emphasizes 'woman power'! Very enjoyable story. I recommend it.
You need to read.
Long, slow, tedious. I was so glad to finally reach the end of this plodding tale,
Pleasantly surprised. Good Story