This is what you call a novel. It's about an eccentric family in the Niagara Valley in 1926 and their various domestic dramas. The oldest, Grandmother, settled here with her Colonel husband from India via London. The name Jalna is the name of the fort where they met and married. She is now left with two brothers, 5 grandsons and a granddaughter, each one a unique character. They all live together in this aged, stuffed manor and running the farmlands around them. They are a kind of local, Canadian gentry.
It's a thick book, like the decor in their house, but it moves fast. Each character is so richly portrayed and interesting in their own right that you want to learn about each of them. It's written in a florid, descriptive style that is still somehow quite breezy. There are many storylines that all intertwine but probably the major catalyst is the poet son coming back from New York with a young, educated bride. Her background is much more protestant and calm, and she is both overwhelmed and fascinated by this loud, aggressive family who fight and kiss in equal measure.
My mother did not exaggerate. Jalna was a huge success and lead to 15 other books, selling over 11 million copies in multiple languages. It's odd that it isn't better known. It is subtly proudly Canadian.



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