Some great themes here: girl power, women's rights regarding their bodies, imperialism vs. cultural identity, all handled with a light touch and an engaging story. It is 1925 -- the scandalous beginning of true modernization of short hair and short skirts, jazz music and loosened strictures about men and women mixing. Dr. Louisa Quick is a competent surgeon, but a much less competent guardian of her niece Catherine who has newly moved to London from Australia after the death of her father, Harry, Louisa's brother. At 15, Catherine is naive, but accomplished in school subjects, which Louisa values, and in swimming, which she does not. Raised on Thursday Island, Catherine had grown up without a mother, but had Florence a native housekeeper and Michael her son, who has been like a brother to here. After Harry's sudden death and her subsequent move to London, Catherine is adrift without the anchors of her home life. Staying on the island was never an option to Louisa, who viewed the school there and the life through the lens of British superiority. With the help of her own housekeeper Nellie, Louisa begins to see the depths of Catherine's unhappiness and how she patently does not fit in at her London all girls' school where the cattiness of fellow students and sternness of instructors is counter-intuitive to everything Catherine knows. When she swims across the Thames in a desperate bid for friendship and approval, she is expelled but is also propelled into the limelight and the attention of Manfred Lear Black (an historically accurate character). He believes she can be the first woman to swim the English Channel and the remainder of the story becomes about her quest to do it. Because she is so guileless, Catherine wants to do it for the thrill of swimming and testing herself and pleasing Black rather than the fame and fortune it would bring her. Louisa is uncertain, but sees the positive impact swimming has on her charge, even as she is withholding letters from Florence and Michael in the hope it will make Catherine forget them and move on with her life. She has her own interest in Black who has promised to fund her medical clinic and has also pursued her as a love interest. Though Louisa has been forward-thinking and revolutionary in her own time, place and field, she has trouble extending this attitude toward the Island inhabitants and Catherine herself. She understood that "Poverty did not discriminate between good and bad, clean and dirty, caring and uncaring, or intelligent and stupid. It only changed things like having a roof over your head or not, having enough to eat each day or not." (179) Watching Louisa's growth and Catherine's accomplishment is very satisfying reading and heartening ending. ( )

I read this book by mistake - don't usually read historical fiction. (I thought it was the book, of the same title, by Deborah Levy, that I had already read and didn't really care for!). When I realized it was set in the 1920s I was disappointed, but despite all that it was pretty good. Interesting dynamics between the much freer Australian and the up-tight English doctor. And the swimming parts were very good. ( )

The early days of women's competitive swimming is the setting for this novel. Catherine Quick has grown up swimming in the water that surrounds her island home off the coast of Queensland, Australia. When she is orphaned she is taken by her new guardian, her Aunt Lousia, to live in England. Women's swimming is not nearly as accepted in England, and Catherine struggles to fit in. Louisa struggles to raise Catherine. Louisa is devoted to her work as a physician, and throws herself into her work to avoid her troubled past. When a wealthy investor offers Louisa funding for her clinic, and Catherine the chance to train with a women's swimming club, they head to the United States. Through this journey we find out what exactly happened in Louisa's past, whether Louisa will accept Catherine's swimming, and whether Catherine will become the first woman to swim the English Channel. There's a bit of a twist at the end, though it will likely come as no surprise. In general, this was a pleasant and easy book to read. It's an uplifting story with an interesting setting. ( )

An interesting piece of history about swimming and women's independence and a not-uncommon premise about family secrets make Swimming Home by Mary-Rose MacColl an interesting read. The globe-hopping story creates a seemingly quick pace, but the plot itself moves slowly. Although the focus is on fifteen year old Catherine's swimming, this book is very much her aunt Louisa's story. For this reason, this belongs in adult fiction even though Catherine's story has a young adult flair. Either way, the book is a quick, light summer read.

Read my complete review at http://www.memoriesfrombooks.com/2017/06/swimming-home.html

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I really enjoyed Mary-Rose MacColl’s previous book, In Falling Snow, so asking for this book for Christmas was a no-brainer. Once again, it’s historical fiction, taking lesser known aspects of history and forming an intriguing novel. Swimming Home is about a female surgeon in the 1920s, Louisa and her ward, Catherine, a powerful long distance swimmer in the day where ladies didn’t do that kind of thing. It’s eye-opening as to the lack of options for women less than 100 years ago in career and sport choices.

The story opens as Louisa is called out from her clinic. She’s a busy career woman who has no time for love – her heart is in medicine after an unfortunate affair with one of her teachers as a student. Louisa feels marked and shamed by that affair, perhaps that is why she is wholly devoted to raising funds for her clinic and caring for the people of London’s East End. What Louisa doesn’t realise is that she’s been called to see her ward Catherine (her brother’s daughter) swim across the Thames. She’s shocked at Catherine’s behaviour – Louisa knew she was a devoted swimmer from her youth in the Torres Strait Islands, but really? A woman swimming in London? It’s just another thing for her to deal with. Louisa wants to do things right for the people she loves, but her motivations can be misguided. She made a decision on behalf of a young girl she later took on as a maid and she wants to keep Catherine out of trouble and accept her new home, so she withholds letters from Catherine’s best friend.

Enter wealthy entrepreneur Manfred Lear Black. He’s seen Catherine swim, now he wants to take her to New York to practise for swimming the English Channel. Louisa is reluctant, but decides to give it a go, especially as her clinic will also benefit. For Catherine, the trip is both joyous and heartbreaking. She makes a friend, yet she’s told that her swimming style is all wrong. Plus she has to swim in a ‘tank’ (aka pool) rather than in the open water. But is racing what she wants or what other people want from her?

I found the story interesting from the point of view of Catherine’s journey. I knew very little about the history of female swimming and the difficulties of it being recognised as a serious sport (other than publishing pictures of women in swimming costumes). Louisa was more difficult for me, as she’s not particularly likeable initially. While I could understand her reasons for withholding information for Catherine, I didn’t agree with it and could foresee it was going to end poorly. The mystery aspects were also a little strange for me – Mr Black’s revelation was strange to me. It fit in with his motivations but it had too many holes compared to what really happened (which was also a bit weird). Plus it made his character seem kind of creepy (maybe he was in it for the swimming costumes)! It was revealed, then we found out what was meant to be the real story and he was never mentioned again. I was a bit confused as to what happened to Louisa’s brother and his wife – what was the real story?

The parts of the book that shone for me were the scenes on Thursday Island. The writing was powerfully evocative, bringing scenes of the ocean and the heat and humidity to mind. It also had a feeling that life was simple, direct and true in direct comparison to London which was grey, cold and cloying. While Swimming Home did not capture my heart in quite the same way that In Falling Snow did, I’ll be on the lookout for Mary-Rose MacColl’s next book. She takes forgotten pieces of history and brings them to the forefront of readers’ minds.

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