Going through the hoops

Dreaming Iris by John de Falbe

Love, whether originally mental or glandular, a coup de foudre or a gradual smouldering incandescence, fulfilled or not, constitutes the basis for most readable fiction. In Dreaming Iris, John de Falbe, abiding by this tradition, examines the effects of imaginary love on two real but fragile relationships. He has written a subtly engrossing novel about characters who in actuality might provoke good shakings. This is a story of privileged family life in which the only stable foundation is a dilapidated country estate in Leicestershire. How different from love in a ‘romcom’! The admirable higher literacy of de Falbe’s prose invests adulterous yearnings with something like gravitas. His characters seem really to care about their mundane obligations in spite of the lure of the cloudy realms of the romantic ideal.

The setting is solidly established, in an ancient house called Sweynsend Hall, where the Carew family have lived for generations, though lately impoverished, and Sweynsend Manor, the Carews’ Jacobean house next door. The Hall has all the exterior features of a gentlefolks’ demesne, cobbles, box-lined pathways, yews, a croquet lawn, ha-ha and sheep meadow; inside, the wallpaper is falling off and the chimneys need sweeping. By the time the story gets under weigh the reader feels at home. The inhabitants and visitors are adroitly limned, differentiated as colourfully as croquet balls.

The narrator, one Jimmy Stokes, with business interests as far-flung as St Petersburg, is married to Teresa, an attractive 24-year-old solicitor, who has been working on a fraud case in Vienna and Prague. She and her younger sister, Elizabeth, are the daughters of Tom Fairfax, a retired dentist, who lives in the Manor for a peppercorn rent, in return for his wife’s minor domestic services in the Hall.