Marriage for Rosamond by Louise Platt Hauk

I’m sure most everyone is bored by this, but sometimes it bears repeating.  I volunteer at the Friends of the S.F. Library Bookstore, and every so often we get vintage books.

For five dollars I took this charmer home.  Just look at that cover, can you blame me?  (Volunteering yet still buying books — this is why Husband has gray hair.)

Marriage for Rosamond was written in 1937 and published by Madison Square Books which sports the following marketing blurb on the back with a listing of their titles:

Books for every taste and mood — outstanding novels, delightful romances, thrilling mysteries, two-gun Westerns.

Can’t you just picture these colorful volumes carelessly stacked on musty bookshelves in knotty pine summer homes in upstate New York, with comfortably shabby furniture, porch swings, and long afternoons reading…

Okay, sorry folks, I’m back from my daydreaming digression.

Marriage for Rosamond was one of Madison Square’s romances, the chick-lit of the 1930’s.

The plot revolves around the innocent and privileged Rosamond who falls in love with Jim.  But in this period piece they don’t just fall in love, they woo, for pages and pages.  I almost gave up, but when they finally get married and Rosamond moves to Jim’s grand home in Kansas City, the plot actually got more interesting and there were some simple, but unforeseen developments.

Jim has a sickly brother Rich, and Jim dotes upon him.  Rich moves into their house and while he doesn’t seem all that ill, he has trouble recovering from small health setbacks.  Rosamond has mixed feelings, recognizing that Jim is being manipulated — but she decides to stick it out as a loving and devoted wife:

[She] learned hard lessons during these weeks.  She learned to sit quietly by while Jim talked of Rich; his accident, the possible weakening of his reserve strength, his childhood illnesses.  She learn to eat her meals with Jim sunk into depressed silence or starting up when one of the nurses came downstairs.  She learned — and this was the bitterest lesson of all! — that she did not count at all with Jim, at least while Rich was so ill.

When Rosamond is called upon to be Rich’s full time caregiver — the situation becomes intolerable.  Rosamond flees back to her devoted grandfather and their comfortable family home.  All seems over with the marriage — but in the end the story revolves around to a satisfying ending.

What I found most interesting about Marriage for Rosamond was the author’s writing style — typical of the period.  The literate vocabulary was a joy with proper usage of words such as ~~ benighted, quiddity, indubitably and vivant.

And, the often sentimental passages, which border on the saccharine, in this context are merely old-fashioned and somehow touching:

She dropped a velvet cheek against his hand…

Jim was too close to the weaving to see the pattern…

For me this romantic novel was a master class in 1930’s American domestic drama and while it was sometimes over dramatic, it was never overwrought.

I had a grand time reading Marriage for Rosamond