Love in a Cold Climate, Paperback
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"Love in a Cold Climate" is the sequel to Nancy Mitford's bestselling novel "The Pursuit of Love". 'How lovely - green velvet and silver. I call that a dream, so soft and delicious, too.' She rubbed a fold of the skirt against her cheek. 'Mine's silver lame, it smells like a bird cage when it gets hot but I do love it.

Aren't you thankful evening skirts are long again?' Ah, the dresses!

But oh, the monotony of the Season, with its endless run of glittering balls.

Even fabulously fashionable Polly Hampton - with her startling good looks and excellent social connections - is beginning to wilt under the glare.

Groomed for the perfect marriage by her mother, fearsome Lady Montdore, Polly instead scandalises society by declaring her love for her uncle 'Boy' Dougdale, the Lecherous Lecturer, and promptly eloping to France.

But the consequences of this union no one could quite expect..."Love in a Cold Climate" is the wickedly funny follow-up to "The Pursuit of Love". "Entirely original, inimitable and irresistible". (Philip Hensher, "Spectator"). Nancy Mitford was the eldest of the infamous Mitford sisters, known for her membership in 'The Bright Young Things' clique of the 1920s and an intimate of Evelyn Waugh; she produced witty, satirical novels with a cast of characters taken directly from the aristocratic social scene of which she was a part.

Her novels, "Wigs on the Green", "The Pursuit of Love", "The Blessing" and "Don't Tell Alfred", are available in single paperback editions from Penguin or as part of "The Penguin Complete Novels of Nancy Mitford" which also includes "Highland Fling", "Christmas Pudding" and "Pigeon Pie".

This edition of "Love in a Cold Climate" is introduced by actor, director and writer Alan Cumming.




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I enjoyed some of the paragraphs in this novel, but was bored by many of the pages. Comic novels can be a joy when one finds them funny; when one does not get the joke (or jokes) they can be tedious. For me it was the latter that applied in this instance, as is so often the case with my encounters with the comic genre. I neither warmed to any of the characters, nor did I develop the sort of strong loathing of them that might equally have fuelled my interest. Structurally too I found it rather baffling. The first two thirds were about a young debutante, Polly, just back from India, her search for love and marriage and then her surprising choice of husband. The last third was about how Polly's mother, Lady Montdore, develops a new lease of life thanks to the attentions of the new heir to the Montdore estate - Polly having been deprived of her inheritance on account of her marriage. The connections between these two parts seemed quite slight. Unlike some books that I do not warm to, this was not a difficult read, just one I struggled to see the point of.

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Love in a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford was a simple, charming story that started off with a delightful introduction written by Alan Cumming in which he sets the stage for the narrator, Fanny, to tell the story of the Hampton family, the perfect father, husband and host, Lord Montdore, his fearsome wife, Sonia, a social motivator who is looked up to by just about everyone, and their lovely daughter, Polly, an only child, who had been groomed her whole life to make the perfect marriage but instead throws herself away by declaring herself engaged to an undesirable suitor. Of course this unsuitable marriage clears the way for the arrival of Lord Montdore’s colourful heir, Cedric. We are lucky enough to be given a front seat in the drawing room in order to watch this family drama play out in this irresistible, witty satire on upper class society.This was my first book written by Nancy Mitford, and I understand now that I have read this volume out of order and should have read The Pursuit of Love first, but this was such a fun read. The author effortlessly recreates the foibles of the English upper class of the 1930’s and obviously relishes pointing out each flaw or defect but always in a gentle sophisticated way. This was just the perfect book to curl up with on a winter’s afternoon and knowing that Nancy Mitford was a member of the very society that she is lampooning makes it all the more fun.

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