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    The Dead Secret A Novel
    The Dead Secret A Novel
    The Dead Secret A Novel
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    The Dead Secret A Novel

    By Wilkie Collins

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateFeb 1, 1979
    The Dead Secret A Novel
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    Wilkie Collins

    William Wilkie Collins (1824–1889) was an English novelist, playwright, and author of short stories. He wrote 30 novels, more than 60 short stories, 14 plays, and more than 100 essays. His best-known works are The Woman in White and The Moonstone.

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    • 1/5
      This book is insanely bad. Melodramatic, overwrought, moralistic, prejudiced in every possible way and just plain silly.
    • 4/5
      One of Wilkie Collins' earlier works, and quite a good example of his style. Even though "the Secret" at the heart of the story was pretty obvious nearly from the start, Collins' narrative was well worth the reading, and I very much enjoyed his method of leading the main characters to where the reader very likely had been for quite a while. Some excellent characters here, as well. The adventures of Andrew Treverton and Shrowl would make fine reading, if done well!
    • 3/5
      Very Victorian - melodramatic, hyperbolic, emotional and judgmental. It all hinges, of course, on woman being a baby machine and all the restrictions that affords - do it the right way or suffer shame, degradation and ostracization. The other linchpin is class and social position - what this lets people get away with and how most members of the lower classes accepted their lots and went to great lengths to preserve the dignity and sovereignty of the upper. Sarah is the one in the latter role and boy does she go mental with her “duty” to a dead woman. Of course if she hadn’t there wouldn’t be a story and it was a fun story if not really surprising in any way. In later works, Collins creates more memorable women characters, but in this one they’re all pretty much vehicles to serve the plot. Uncles Joseph and Andrew are the most interesting in all their quirkiness and bad temper. Not all ends perfectly well, but well enough to be called a happy ending.
    • 4/5
      This is a really interesting story. Starts when Mrs Treverton is on her death bed and forces a confession on her maid, Sarah Leeson, with the injunction to tell Mr Treveton a secret that both have a hand in. The secret is written and instead of handing it over, Sarah hides the letter in one of the shut up rooms in the North range - the Myrtle room. After which she leaves the house and locality, visiting a certain grave on her way. The scene then moves 15 years into the future and a wedding between Rosamund Treverton and Leonard Frankland. The lady is clearly the daughter of the house, who we last saw with her father, aged 5. It emerges that father moved away after the death of his wife. Conveniently Lenny's father bought the estate from Captain Treverton, which Lenny has inherited, such that Rosamund will return to her childhood home, and will bring to the marriage the 40 thousand pounds that was paid for it. A nice merging of interests. Lenny has recently become blind, so depends on Rosamund to describe things to him. He is also a bit of a snob, telling Rosamund off for her familiar manner of addressing the servants on several occasions. The couple plan to have the north wing refurbished, and so set off on a journey to the old house. This is interrupted by an early both that causes them to pause at a small town. A nurse is required, and so the local doctor applies to the local big house - and the housekeeper volunteers her services. Then the nurse whispers to Rosamund "Don't go into the Myrtle room" and frightens her quite a bit. One has to ask why say that because the first thing that forbidding someone to do anything is one way of getting them to do it! From there it becomes a case of how long it takes Rosamund and Lenny to determine which is the Myrtle room and what the secret it holds might be. It turns out to be quite an explosive one that significantly affects Rosamund's standing, and brings Lenny up short against his inherent snobbery. It was a great fun listen, with the secret itself remaining hidden throughout most of the book. Several times you do wonder if the scenarios were invented in order to prolong the story, but if that can be put aside, it was a good tale well told. I thought the women in the book were a trifle hard to fathom. Sarah, for example, was quite indecisive at some times, and determined to do things the hard way at others. Rosamund struck me as being quite juvenile, very sheltered and quite naive, but I suppose that could well be an accurate reflection of the time. There were some great fun characters in here as well though, the housekeeper clearly is worth 10 of the steward, and Uncle Joseph was a compete sweetheart. Overall, one to give a good try.
    • 2/5
      Predictable ending and too repetitive, but somewhat interesting.
    • 4/5
      “The Dead Secret” is a mystery story with a good blend of humour and pathos.Although not a captivating read, I found it pleasant enough. The characters are mostly appealing.Like most nineteenth-century novels, this one features too many adverbs and adjectives, which in the former case leads to “telling” rather than “showing”, and in the latter case leads to clunky sentences. In short, a pretty good read, but nothing to get excited about.
    • 3/5
      Wilkie Collins is one of my favourite Victorian novelists, and I think it a pity that only his two major novels (The Woman in White and The Moonstone) are widely read today, as even his minor novels have much to offer.The novel begins with a former actress, Mrs Treverton, summoning her maid Sarah Lesson to her side. Mrs Treverton, a married woman with a young daughter, Rosamond, is on her deathbed. She charges Sarah to reveal to her husband the secret they have kept between them. Timid Sarah, seeing Mr Treverton's devastation on learning of his wife's death, finds herself unable to reveal the secret to him. But neither does she have the courage to destroy the piece of paper, signed by herself and Mrs Treverton, on which the secret is set down. Instead, she hides the paper in an unused room in the Trevertons' large house, Porthgenna, and flees.The story resumes fifteen years later. Rosamond has recently married and is the new owner of Porthgenna. But the buried secret is in danger of being revealed, the situation complicated by another claimant to Porthgenna, Rosamond's misanthropic uncle Andrew Treverton. He and his equally anti-social servant, Shrowl, provide the comic relief of the story.It is fair to say that this is far from being Collins' best novel, though it rehearses some of the themes and ideas to be found in the later novel, The Woman in White. Sarah Leeson is a sympathetic and well-drawn character, but the capricious Rosamond is hard to like. There are no staggering plot twists, and the reader knows what the big secret is almost from the start. Nevertheless, this is a fun novel and recommended to fans of Victorian literature.[September 2008]
    • 4/5
      Confession time: The Dead Secret engaged me from beginning to end, but I’m left with the impression that I shouldn’t have enjoyed this as much as I did… it lacked the obvious intrigue of The Moonstone and the sensational fun of The Woman in White, there was altogether too much exposition (my pity towards Mr. Frankland was engendered less by his blindness, than for having to listen to his wife utter every thought that went through her head), and Sarah Leeson’s vacillating had me stifling the unchristian urge to shake her. And then, when things start to untangle themselves, Wilkie Collins whips up an accompanying maelstrom of sentimentality that would leave any cynical romance writer dumbstruck with awe. Sentimentality which I revelled in, by the way, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t. But it was so unsubtle as to be mildly hilarious.And yet… for some reason I was as nosey as Rosamond to get to the bottom of the mystery in the Myrtle Room, and as terrified as Sarah Leeson lest Rosamond manage to discover the letter – and the secret – hidden therein. Because of the slow pace of the first two thirds of the book, the tension gathers like an ominous bank of black cloud. I confess I have no idea how Collins provoked this intense interest in me, except that, as usual, his characters were deliciously drawn and engaging, and, like Rosamond, if you told me to stay away from a mystery, I’d be all over it like dust on bookshelves, and completely fail to perceive the inevitable consequences of digging up old family secrets!Should I be afraid to admit that I liked The Dead Secret? I’m never sure which of Collins’ books are the ones I’m supposed to be reading (i.e. the ones for which he is read by people who know these things in advance, I guess there was a memo at some point…). I’d better just ‘fess up and admit I liked it. And even if I hadn’t, I would have rated it at least four stars for Andrew Treverton’s final word on the subject:Tell those two superhuman people…that I may give up my travels in disgust when they least expect it; and that I may come and look at them again – I don’t personally care about either of them – but I should like to get one satisfactory sensation more out of the lamentable spectacle of humanity before I die.Marvellous.

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