The Doll Factory by Elizabeth Macneal

In this unusual, yet confidently written debut, Elizabeth Macneal transports the reader to London, 1851. The London of Charles Dickens, William Makepeace Thackeray and Wilkie Collins, where the finishing touches are being put on the Crystal Palace, the site of the Great Exhibition, ahead of its highly anticipated opening. The streets, bustling with activity, are covered with excrement, adding a stench to the smog-filled air. This is the London of the open sewer, the urchin pickpocket, of Fagan, the streetwalker, of Bazalgette and Brunel. Macneal has done well to evoke the environs.

Our protagonist, Iris, is apprenticed to a maker of porcelain dolls. Dreaming of becoming an artist and growing resentful of her sister and, more generally, her ‘lot’ in life, Iris encounters Louis Frost, a (fictionalised) member of the Pre- Raphaelite Brotherhood (est. 1848), who at once sees potential in her as a model, and she, in him, the possibility of artistic training. (I can’t quite tell which Pre- Raphaelite Brother Louis is based on; but the paintings referenced by Millais and Hunt are the real deal.)

Far richer and more worldly than she had ever been in her previous life, Iris’s realisation that she is still part of a machine, albeit an artistic one, reveals the proverbial ‘glass ceiling’. Macneal’s inclusion of Silas Reed, a downright creepy pseudo-naturalist, adds another, more sinister, layer to this plot. I shuddered a lot while reading this. It’s impossible to ignore the contemporary parallels, particularly knowing men like Reed exist now as they did then. We’d give Reed all sorts of labels today, subverting his own taxonomy. With this book, Macneal puts great literary distance between herself and the Victorian boys’ club I mentioned above.


Julia Jackson is the assistant shop manager at Readings Carlton.

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The Doll Factory

The Doll Factory

Elizabeth Macneal

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