Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Beauty Shop - NOT a girly novel

Greetings, Deplorables and dedicated history buffs ;-)

I know The Beauty Shop looks like a frilly girly romance, but it's not. I promise, there is plenty for guys to like. Your testosterone levels will not decline, I promise. Actually, it's a serious, expertly crafted historical novel set during WWII.

Synopsis:
England, 1942. After three years of WWII, Britain is showing the scars. But in this darkest of days, three lives intertwine, changing their destinies and those of many more.

Dr Archibald McIndoe, a New Zealand plastic surgeon with unorthodox methods, is on a mission to treat and rehabilitate badly burned airmen – their bodies and souls. With the camaraderie and support of the Guinea Pig Club, his boys battle to overcome disfigurement, pain, and prejudice to learn to live again.

John ‘Mac’ Mackenzie of the US Air Force is aware of the odds. He has one chance in five of surviving the war. Flying bombing missions through hell and back, he’s fighting more than the Luftwaffe. Fear and doubt stalk him on the ground and in the air, and he’s torn between his duty and his conscience.

Shy, decent and sensible Stella Charlton’s future seems certain until war breaks out. As a new recruit to the WAAF, she meets an American pilot on New Year’s Eve. After just one dance, she falls head over heels for the handsome airman. But when he survives a crash, she realises her own battle has only just begun.

Based on a true story, "The Beauty Shop" is a moving tale of love, compassion, and determination against a backdrop of wartime tragedy.


My thoughts:
I was immediately intrigued by this novel, because I have a recurring nightmare about seeing a burning plane crashing in the field. The mixture of terror and curiosity give me night sweats.

When I read the author's bio, I was not surprised that she had a career in healthcare. The medical parts of the novel are explored in depth. Henderson understands the pressures and the rewards of a military medic's life. She understands the loneliness, the stress, the need for humor, the frustration of dealing with obstinate patients, the temptation to get emotionally involved with them. The air battle scenes are also top notch. They are gorgeous, eloquent, striking, raw and just technical enough without sounding like they came from an air combat manual.

Now, romance is the weakest aspect of the novel. In fact, some passages sound like they were written by another author. Such an impressive piece of prose is speckled with pedestrian stock expressions that you would lift out of a romance. "Deep blue eyes", "butterflies in the stomach", "soft lips" and "I can't leave him at a time like this". Thankfully, those occurrences are not numerous. They made me wrinkle my nose a few times but not wince all the way.

I am not sure which aspect of the novel is prevalent. Is it a hardcore military history piece? Is it a field hospital drama? It's certainly not a historical romance. I wish the cover had more testosterone on it. I wish it showed more of the airplane or some surgical equipment as opposed to a girl in the middle of a field. You wouldn't know that it's a serious historical piece. I hope that WWII buffs do not pass on this novel because of the cover and the title. I do not have the heart to subtract stars from such a fine novel. I give it 4.5, but post 5 stars.

4 comments:

  1. Dunno if you saw this before...
    yet, here it is once moe, curly:

    Greetings, earthling! Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word: Would U please help a plethora of King Size, wildchild, rawkuss poetry/wordz which are lookin 4 a home in thy novelty?? Thx. Whew. They're pretty insane. They're bereft of reason. Oi! Blimey! They're bloody PINK spiders!

    Gotta gobba lotta shrewd, surreal, supersonic, sardonic satires, sassy N savvy elixers N electronic elegance (and palpable nuance) on our YOUTHwitheTRUTH blogs. Wannum? Have'm. N'joym. Gettm outta my hair!!!How mucha wanna betcha our sugar-high-mojo, pleasure-beyond-measure, fuse-blowin-exploits R a copious madhouse of one lavish bookay D.O.A.? Our proFUSE NRGod who leads U.S. to explosive fairy-tales in the 'one-stop-shop' symphony Upstairs? Almighty God's the BigDude, the Owner of ElysianFields, the Grand Prize, the Austere Overdrive, NoPurchaseNecessary: our bombastic tenaCITY on a Hill which'll plant the Seeds 4u2 grow-up to new N greater heights!! Mama mia! Thatsa good pasta!!

    CAUTION: our 22ish, avant-guard, accurately-atrocious, offa-the-reservation-like-Jimmy-Hoffa, metal breadcrumms R sooo out-of-order, toots, they're an intimate wealth of bottomless sophistication. And dats da lethal fak, Jak. Yeah. Go ahead. Sue me. Yawn. But, yet, here's the perennial KOO D'TAH: who else has actually SEEN the Great Beyond in spirit & lived to tella youse bout the bionic, bloated, brevity-like-earth we're living on?? Yes, earthling, Im an NDE, almost salivating4salvation. So gain altitude, never attitude: death has no intrinsick favorites.

    If Mr. abSUREditty's an ultra-great-reward, and not everyone enters, Q: why is it an excruciating deluge of epic-.357-caliber where the quality's a limitless bulldozer plowin, pushin-your-power-cord with eternal goodies? A: the Prize-A+-TheEnd just gives U.S. moe-curley-graphix 2 VitSee: an explosion-of-extravagance which few R asking 4 anymore! Grrr. They're too concerned withe grotesque sanity of ambivilant piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction. C'est la guerre.

    THANK GAWWWD!!! the Don has the ebullient BAWLS!!! to do the Manifest Destiny!!! To lead U.S. forward to the White House Upstairs with his SQUARES!!!

    So, break-free, earthling; be like a contraversial outgrowth of incredibly-intoxicating-effusiveness in your zeitgeist to give the ultimate, stunning, backknuckle potency: Wiseabove. Wanna join this useFULL idiot Upstairs 4 the most zany, kooky, X-acto-knife antidotes? Extremely exquisite, explicit endorphins in abundance? Puh-lenty of pulverizingly-tantalizing psychopathic psychosomatics with eXtras? i2i-kick-velocity's-ass-ultra-maximum-rocket-fuel-party-hardy at my pad ya ever encountered without d'New Joisey accent 4 an eternal slew of precarious, magnanimous & primeval absurdities indelibly etched in the granite corridors of eternity with a total-barrage-of-melt-in-thy-mouth 'depth-of-undenial'???

    Make Your Choice  -SAW
    ...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.

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    Replies
    1. I sooo wish you could have
      the kinda accident I had [NDE]
      THEN! you'd know our lifelong
      demise is only a litmus test
      to see which direction we'll
      fly at our General Judgement.
      Check-this-out:

      Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
      so I actually know God exists:
      He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
      Him and strive to follow His Laws;
      for those who wanna know what
      Seventh-Heaven holds for your
      indelible, magnificent soul whom
      God has so carefully crafted:

      Find-out what RCIA means and join.
      [denying Hell will not prevent U.S.
      from falling INTO Hellfire, child]

      Jesus is the Just Judge.
      He only 'reads' what OUR past,
      mortal lifetime consisted of;
      I'd also strongly urge you to read
      'Lui et moi' by Gabrielle Bossis
      (a French writer, translated, into
      crystal-clear, 100,000W-GE-prose -
      a must have for anyone who's
      growin-UP in our predestined
      relationship determined by YOU).

      Make Your Choice -SAW
      trustNjesus.
      ALWAYS.
      God bless you.

      Delete
    2. I sooo wish you could have
      the kinda accident I had [NDE]
      THEN! you'd know our lifelong
      demise is only a litmus test
      to see which direction we'll
      fly at our General Judgement.
      Check-this-out:

      Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
      so I actually know God exists:
      He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
      Him and strive to follow His Laws;
      for those who wanna know what
      Seventh-Heaven holds for your
      indelible, magnificent soul whom
      God has so carefully crafted:

      Find-out what RCIA means and join.
      [denying Hell will not prevent U.S.
      from falling INTO Hellfire, child]

      Jesus is the Just Judge.
      He only 'reads' what OUR past,
      mortal lifetime consisted of;
      I'd also strongly urge you to read
      'Lui et moi' by Gabrielle Bossis
      (a French writer, translated, into
      crystal-clear, 100,000W-GE-prose -
      a must have for anyone who's
      growin-UP in our predestined
      relationship determined by YOU).

      Make Your Choice -SAW
      trustNjesus.
      ALWAYS.
      God bless you.

      Delete
  2. Dunno if you saw this before...
    yet, here it is once moe, curly:

    Greetings, earthling! Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word: Would U please help a plethora of King Size, wildchild, rawkuss poetry/wordz which are lookin 4 a home in thy novelty?? Thx. Whew. They're pretty insane. They're bereft of reason. Oi! Blimey! They're bloody PINK spiders!

    Gotta gobba lotta shrewd, surreal, supersonic, sardonic satires, sassy N savvy elixers N electronic elegance (and palpable nuance) on our YOUTHwitheTRUTH blogs. Wannum? Have'm. N'joym. Gettm outta my hair!!!How mucha wanna betcha our sugar-high-mojo, pleasure-beyond-measure, fuse-blowin-exploits R a copious madhouse of one lavish bookay D.O.A.? Our proFUSE NRGod who leads U.S. to explosive fairy-tales in the 'one-stop-shop' symphony Upstairs? Almighty God's the BigDude, the Owner of ElysianFields, the Grand Prize, the Austere Overdrive, NoPurchaseNecessary: our bombastic tenaCITY on a Hill which'll plant the Seeds 4u2 grow-up to new N greater heights!! Mama mia! Thatsa good pasta!!

    CAUTION: our 22ish, avant-guard, accurately-atrocious, offa-the-reservation-like-Jimmy-Hoffa, metal breadcrumms R sooo out-of-order, toots, they're an intimate wealth of bottomless sophistication. And dats da lethal fak, Jak. Yeah. Go ahead. Sue me. Yawn. But, yet, here's the perennial KOO D'TAH: who else has actually SEEN the Great Beyond in spirit & lived to tella youse bout the bionic, bloated, brevity-like-earth we're living on?? Yes, earthling, Im an NDE, almost salivating4salvation. So gain altitude, never attitude: death has no intrinsick favorites.

    If Mr. abSUREditty's an ultra-great-reward, and not everyone enters, Q: why is it an excruciating deluge of epic-.357-caliber where the quality's a limitless bulldozer plowin, pushin-your-power-cord with eternal goodies? A: the Prize-A+-TheEnd just gives U.S. moe-curley-graphix 2 VitSee: an explosion-of-extravagance which few R asking 4 anymore! Grrr. They're too concerned withe grotesque sanity of ambivilant piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction. C'est la guerre.

    THANK GAWWWD!!! the Don has the ebullient BAWLS!!! to do the Manifest Destiny!!! To lead U.S. forward to the White House Upstairs with his SQUARES!!!

    So, break-free, earthling; be like a contraversial outgrowth of incredibly-intoxicating-effusiveness in your zeitgeist to give the ultimate, stunning, backknuckle potency: Wiseabove. Wanna join this useFULL idiot Upstairs 4 the most zany, kooky, X-acto-knife antidotes? Extremely exquisite, explicit endorphins in abundance? Puh-lenty of pulverizingly-tantalizing psychopathic psychosomatics with eXtras? i2i-kick-velocity's-ass-ultra-maximum-rocket-fuel-party-hardy at my pad ya ever encountered without d'New Joisey accent 4 an eternal slew of precarious, magnanimous & primeval absurdities indelibly etched in the granite corridors of eternity with a total-barrage-of-melt-in-thy-mouth 'depth-of-undenial'???

    Make Your Choice  -SAW
    ...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.

    ReplyDelete