Another well written novel by Ms Trollope, whose narrative flair manages to hold your attention even when you get annoyed by some of the narrow caricatures she presents. Clodagh comes across as the stereoptypical lesbian. But Trollopes books are full of stereotypes. Normally though they are of working class people, who are almost always portrayed as dull-witted, lecherous, or criminal, and sometimes all three. In Trollopes world, only the Upper Middle class do anything worthwhile; and even when they sin it's for noble reasons. Adulterous upper middle class husbands are free spirits; transfer their behaviour to working class men, and they are merely lechers. Similarly, lower class women are sluts, whereas promiscuity among upper middle class women is mere temperament.
Despite the kind of narrow minded shortcomings described above, I like her books. I can't wait to find out if she ever produces a sympathetic characterisation of a working class person. It seems unlikely!