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Maud Hart Lovelace’s Carney’s House Party features the Betsy-Tacy series’ supporting character Carney Sibley as hostess and heroine in her own right. When Carney begrudgingly asks her mother if her college roommate Isobel can visit for the summer, she replies, “It would be a sort of house party…It’s part of her education in Middle Westania.” Carney introduces Isobel to Deep Valley’s Crowd, and when caught trespassing on his property, she is introduced to new boy in town Sam Hutchinson. “That baby hippo is all right…He’s going to add a lot to the house party.”
“The opening affair was…a rose luncheon…Grandmother Sibely gave her thimble bee…Alice gave a porch party…Winona was giving an evening party with men,” bookended by a masquerade at the Sibley’s and a dance at the Hutchinson’s. “She compared them in terms of color. Sam’s home, with its lavishness, its warmth, its indulgent extravagant affection, was like a rich deep purple. Her own…was dove gray. Dove gray seemed to express disciplined affection, reticence, order, thrift, justice, and kindness…The house party had tied the East and Middle West together.”
While the premise of the story is lighthearted, the plot grapples with the comparison, confidence and identity. I loved Lovelace’s interweaving of enemies to lovers and lovers to friends, but I didn’t necessarily agree with her endorsement of Carney’s love interest or validation. She rejects loyal, polite, undergrad Larry in exchange for quick-tempered, petulant, spend-thrift Sam.
“Sam’s choosing her had built up her self-confidence more than any one thing had ever done.” As for Larry, “A magic which had lain over their relationship in the past had vanished, as when the lights of a Christmas tree are turned off leaving just an ordinary pine.” The lights shimmer and fade after the holiday, but the pine remains–a stable, solid resource weathering all seasons of the year. While I have my contentions with Carney, I was completely enthralled with her story. “I like stories to have happy endings!” And “this one has a very happy ending…I just love being a free woman.”
“The opening affair was…a rose luncheon…Grandmother Sibely gave her thimble bee…Alice gave a porch party…Winona was giving an evening party with men,” bookended by a masquerade at the Sibley’s and a dance at the Hutchinson’s. “She compared them in terms of color. Sam’s home, with its lavishness, its warmth, its indulgent extravagant affection, was like a rich deep purple. Her own…was dove gray. Dove gray seemed to express disciplined affection, reticence, order, thrift, justice, and kindness…The house party had tied the East and Middle West together.”
While the premise of the story is lighthearted, the plot grapples with the comparison, confidence and identity. I loved Lovelace’s interweaving of enemies to lovers and lovers to friends, but I didn’t necessarily agree with her endorsement of Carney’s love interest or validation. She rejects loyal, polite, undergrad Larry in exchange for quick-tempered, petulant, spend-thrift Sam.
“Sam’s choosing her had built up her self-confidence more than any one thing had ever done.” As for Larry, “A magic which had lain over their relationship in the past had vanished, as when the lights of a Christmas tree are turned off leaving just an ordinary pine.” The lights shimmer and fade after the holiday, but the pine remains–a stable, solid resource weathering all seasons of the year. While I have my contentions with Carney, I was completely enthralled with her story. “I like stories to have happy endings!” And “this one has a very happy ending…I just love being a free woman.”