Salutations!
I recently read a fantastic historical fiction novel for grown-ups (hereafter called “adults” meaning merely age of intended audience, not solely content inappropriate for kiddos) that I reviewed over on Goodreads. Below are my thoughts that were originally posted there, with likely some slight variance.
Radio Girls by Sarah-Jane Stratford
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I picked this up browsing the library shelves after my shift one day since the title was intriguing. One look at the front cover, and I knew I had to try this story. Maisie Musgrave is one of my new favorite literary heroines, and I totally considered dressing as Maisie for “Staff Book Character Dress-up Day,” since it is almost Halloween (at the time of writing this review), but I figured nobody will know who I am; besides, I already dress personally as a combo of 1930s – 1940s – 1950s most days at work anyway, so 1920s would not be a drastic departure.
I digress… even without any blood family nearby, Maisie feels more at home in London than she ever has in her native Toronto or New York where she grew up with her flighty yet overbearing actress mother, so Maisie is quite excited to apply for an opening at the fledgling British Broadcasting Company in the mid-1920s. She begins as a secretary in two departments and becomes almost mesmerized by one of her supervisors – a take-charge, charismatic woman named Hilda Matheson, the director of the Talks department. Maisie ends up requesting to be in the Talks department full-time and slowly works her way up to being Hilda’s almost-assistant, bringing along with her a newfound friend from the typing pool of secretaries. A couple of men cross Maisie’s path, and she becomes rather deeply involved with one. Trouble brews when Maisie ventures into some detective work dealing with the heads of a couple major companies having high German sympathies that include taking over the free press, including radio, in England to help the empire return its former glories, notably aligned with Germany.
The book (at least in paperback) has a nice author’s note and quick biographical sketch of Hilda Matheson, as well as reading discussion questions, and I think it would make a great adult book club title. Is it ridiculous that I really want to go to England and pick up the paperback or hardback edition because the cover has a brunette, instead of the American cover art featuring a blonde? I always considered Maisie to look like me.
View all my reviews over on Goodreads!
RLGing,
Sarah Hope









