I was really captivated by this novel - chiefly because Thynne is masterful at re-creating historical atmosphere, and has clearly done a great deal of research. But - and this is key - it's never overdone, as one sometimes finds in historical fiction. The story itself - of plundering and appropriation, of cultural colonialism and fashion, conditional love and financial greed, is gripping and evocative, and flits neatly between Egypt and London.
Thynne's historical imagination slightly recalls Gosford Park and Downton Abbey, with deftly interwoven strands highlighting the vagaries and nuances of the stifling class structure. The love stories - all very different - are all absorbing and overall there are lots of sharp apercus. The dialogue is light and clever: so much so that the novel established a real momentum. It was hard to put it down. So much so that I reached the end in two sittings.
The Weighing of the Heart (this title refers to an Egyptian belief concerning the soul) is one of those books that opens a door to a world you might never have considered(especially if like me you have never been to Egypt) but quickly become engrossed in. My only cavil was a plot twist at the end which made me re-think the central character, Samuel Dux, in a way I'd have preferred not to. It was real and plausible but it meant that there was too much bitter, for me, in the Bitterswet.