THE HOUSE OF FORTUNE

Hemmed in by long-kept silences and problematic histories, a complicated family in 18th-century Amsterdam struggles to find its future.

Burton’s sequel to her bestselling debut, The Miniaturist (2014), picks up a generation later, in 1705, in a world riddled with secrets. Nella Brandt, the challenged wife of the previous book, now returns as aunt to 18-year-old Thea, the illegitimate daughter of her sister-in-law Marin and Otto, the African manservant who worked for Nella’s late husband. As the story opens, Thea, conducting a forbidden love affair with a scene painter at the Schouwburg Theatre, still yearns to understand the circumstances of her secret conception and to know more about the mother who died giving birth to her. Moreover, what are the details of Otto’s background in Surinam and Nella’s choice never to return to her now-derelict family home, Assendelft? The Brandts are also keeping secret from society at large the fact that they have no savings left and that Otto has lost his job. And there’s one more family enigma that may have resurfaced, as perfect, small, doll-like crafted objects start appearing on their doorstep. Has the strangely prescient miniaturist who haunted Nella’s marriage returned? Despite this welter of intrigues, there’s a static feel to the novel’s first half, scarcely alleviated by the introduction of Jacob van Loos, a wealthy possible suitor for Thea who might be the solution to the family’s financial distress. While two dramatic turning points eventually jolt the narrative forward, the story’s plotting is limited and its mood dominated by introspection, reminiscence, and unhappiness. Among a cast of isolated characters, it falls to Nella to act as the lynchpin once again, enabling a resolution which arrives sweetly but without answers to many of the preceding questions.

The magic is missing in this intense yet less-well-consolidated return trip.