The Tea House On Mulberry Street

Even though this story takes place in Belfast, Ireland, there's no IRA and no bitter fighting in the streets. The people in this story are all customers of Muldoon's Tea Rooms, and as they sit at its tables, we learn about the owner's childless marriage and the painter's imaginary love affair with Nicholas Cage, as well as Sadie Smith's overeating and her husband's mistress. As one listens to Caroline Winterson reading these stories, one realizes that she is using not only the same accent for every character, she is also using the same inflection for every character, whether happy, sad, male or female. Even a romance novel deserves the immediacy of an intent reading so that its heights have a worthy contrast to its depths. J.P. 2006 Audie Award Finalist (c) AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine

January 17, 2005
A dilapidated tea house in Belfast, Ireland, is second home to a handful of down-in-the-dumps locals in this flat-footed debut, a bestseller in Owens's native Ireland. Brought together by a common fondness for Muldoon's Tea Rooms—and the establishment's luscious cherry cheesecake—the members of the motley cast have little else in common. Occupying center stage are the shop owners, Daniel and Penny Stanley, whose very different dreams threaten their 17-year marriage. Penny longs for beautiful things and exotic vacations, but Daniel pinches pennies and worries over a long-held secret. Then there are the regulars—starving artist Brenda Brown, who believes her boring name is holding her back in the art world and spends her time penning love letters to Nicolas Cage; wealthy bookshop owner Henry Blackstaff, who escapes his imperious Brontë-loving wife to spy on Rose, the florist across from the tea house; and magazine editor Clare Fitzgerald, who returns from New York periodically to search for her lost childhood love. Owens strives to craft rounded characters with weaknesses and flaws—Daniel is revealed to be a former petty thief; Brenda makes an unexpected decision about her blossoming career—but manages only to create disjointed figures whose motives are hard to credit. Even Belfast is a pallid presence, little more than a stagy backdrop for this unsatisfying medley of tales. Agent, Helenka Fuglewicz at Edwards Fuglewicz. (Feb. 3)

Forecast:
A 100,000-copy first printing, a hefty $100,000 marketing budget and a very nice price will get this out the door, but readers in search of the next Maeve Binchy may be less than satisfied.