Joanna Trollope strikes me as just a little too self-important and condescending. At the end of this book my main impression was, "So what?" I don't sense the empathy and compassion for humankind that is the mark of Anthony Trollope's books. In "A Passionate Man," the wife, Liza, is left, basically, without her dignity by story's end. The hero of our story, Archie, turns out to be not quite the perfect specimen we'd believe him to be at the beginning, but he's still not, in my view, compelling.
And why is Ms. Trollope so seemingly hostile toward the Church? If she's going to trade on her ancestor's name, she ought to show a little more ... hmmmm, if not respect, at least courtesy, to the institution Mr. Trollope portrayed with such clear-sighted affection.