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The Abbey books are indeed weird. Really weird. By the end they aren't so much about the school (and its most peculiar May Queens tradition, always described in loving detail) as about various ghastly Old Girls and their relationships, and the relationships of their multitudinous offspring (they all have twins, sometimes several sets, and call them twee names e.g. Rosanna and Rosilda, Rosabel and Rosalin - the ghastliness is such that I am totally fixated with them...), fathered as Deva rightly says by absent plot-devices, who are all curiously members of the minor aristocracy. They all dwell in lovely houses with ruins in the grounds and find secret passages, jewels etc., all connected with a dead monk called Ambrose.
It's like a Merrie Englande version of EBD's obsessions with sprogs and doctors, magnified by many degrees. |
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This picture is from one of the French editions of MT.