Helen Dunmore tends to alternate between contemporary and historical fiction. This, her first novel, is in the historical genre, mixing real events and people (the writer D.H. Lawrence and his wife Frieda, and their short stay at Zennor during World War I) with a completely fictional story, of Clare Coyne, daughter of a poor but aristocratic Catholic father and a working-class Cornish mother, and her love for her cousin John William, a working-class Cornish boy who longs to become a doctor, but becomes badly shell-shocked after terrible experiences at the Front. John William returns to his home at St Ives for a brief period of leave, and it is then that Clare realizes how strong her feelings are for him. But in wartime, no lovers are entirely safe...
This is a remarkably impressive first novel. Dunmore fits the Lawrences into her story very well, and brings them both vividly to life, with none of the awkwardness one often gets when writing about 'real' characters in novels (though Lawrence and Frieda both come across as slightly nicer than I think they may have been in real life; at least if Katherine Mansfield's account of their time in Cornwall is anything to go by). Clare Coyne is a most appealing heroine and Dunmore depicts her situation, caught between the cosy but sometimes prosaic life of her maternal relatives, and the academic abstractions of her father's life, very well. Her rapidly developing love for her cousin is also extremely convincing. The descriptions of Cornwall are beautiful (and, having been several times to that part of the world, I can safely say they are accurate). While there are the occasional lapses from the very high quality of much of this writing (I never quite believed in the scandal the villagers were trying to create about Clare and D.H. Lawrence, for example, and could have done with a little more information on how Clare's father Francis and Clare's mother got together) this is in many ways a deeply satisfying book.