A French noblewoman of dubious and mysterious past navigates the waters of 1784 London in Philippa Stockley’s highly enjoyable romp of a novel, A Factory of Cunning, composed of letters and journal entries. Mrs. Fox, as she calls herself, and her maid, Victoire (who has the fortunate ability to disguise herself, when convenient to Mrs. Fox, as a man) are running from a scandal of the Dangerous Liaisons sort that ended or ruined several lives and continues to threaten Mrs. Fox’s own. Mrs. Fox is gifted, among other less savory talents, with a lively descriptive ability and finely developed self-preservation skills, which is just as well since she is utterly incapable of keeping herself out of trouble. Among those in her orbit and by whose hands much of the novel is composed are an English lord who sounds a great deal like The Scarlet Pimpernel or Lord Peter Wimsey and whose mother was not what she seemed; a parson’s virginal daughter with her virtue in jeopardy; the evil and wonderfully named Urban Fine; a woman who describes herself as Actress . . . and Simultaneous Sensation; and a doctor in Holland devoted to Mrs. Fox whose past is intricately linked with many of the players in the ongoing drama in London. Players is an apt description, since the novel reads like the best kind of melodrama. But it is Mrs. Fox who would be the heart and soul of the book (if she actually possessed a heart and soul), and she is missed when she is offstage.

Stockley, who is also an artist and a deputy editor of London’s Evening Standard, takes timeworn plot devices the storm-tossed sea voyage, mistaken identities, deeply hidden secrets, surprise relationships, the aforementioned servant in disguise, a terrible fire and an ending which is not what it seems and makes them all seem newly discovered. Joanne Collings writes from Washington, D.C.

Books about exploration often inspire our armchair fascination no matter what the destination, but the real stories emerge in the character of the intrepid explorers. In the hands of a lesser writer than the Hugo Award-winning Dan Simmons, The Terror might well have dissolved into a series of frigid days and three-dog nights. But Simmons is too good a writer to ignore the real gold in his story its beleaguered cast.

Told from multiple points of view that include a doctor’s journal, the novel blurs the line between fact and fiction in the story of the ill-fated 1845 Franklin Arctic Expedition and the 129 men aboard its two ships HMS Terror and HMS Erebus. Their objective was to chart the Northwest Passage, but when ice imprisons the ships and the men for two years, goals change drastically and the expedition reverts to mere survival.

Simmons provides us with an amazing scale of the human spirit courage, tenacity, cowardice, deceit against conditions that are grim at best, hopeless at worst. And then, as if these stranded men don’t have enough to reckon with, a supernatural monster begins to stalk them with a methodical villainy. Never has the sanctuary of our reading chairs given us such a feeling of safety, for this is truly a frightening novel. Capt. Francis Crozier emerges as our flawed hero, but there is no dearth of fascinating characters, from murdering mutineers to a mystical Eskimo woman called Lady Silence because her tongue has been removed.

Simmons’ writing is unflinchingly superb, and while he has a loyal following from his previous works (most recently the sci-fi novels Olympos and Ilium), The Terror should bring him an even wider audience. Just make sure there’s nothing lurking behind your favorite reading chair when you embark.

Michael Lee is the author of Paradise Dance and will publish a collection of essays, In an Elevator with Brigitte Bardot (Wordcraft), in March.

Lady Julia Grey is the type who does her duty. Except, of course, when she is adhering to the family motto audeo, or I dare. Apparently, she comes from a long line of upper-crust miscreants, which saves the gripping Silent in the Grave set in the late 1880s, from being just another Gothic mystery or Victorian romance.

When Julia’s husband Edward dies suddenly, she thinks his death was the natural result of an inherited heart ailment he’d had since childhood. But months later, she finds a note that indicates her husband was being threatened, and she decides to accept the offer of help from a mysterious private investigator, Nicholas Brisbane. The sexual tension between these two is pleasingly taut. Julia is remarkably broad-minded for a Victorian aristocrat, and as the novel (and her character) develops, she is pulled slowly but surely from the restrictions of her priggish social sphere, revealing a more daring personality.

Together, Julia and Nicholas come upon clues that lead them to a seamstress’ cottage, a gypsy camp and her servants’ quarters. The entertainment factor is high, and the characters are so appealing that I devoured the book to find out what would happen to them next. The final resolution is anything but predictable a true puzzle that in turn delights and appalls, with a nod to Wuthering Heights. Author Deanna Raybourn lures the reader in like a skilled hunter. Early on, period details of fashion, etiquette, flowers and servants lull you into believing this is a delightful tale about a widow bent on having some investigative fun. However, these soon give way to dark, lurid accounts of the most un-Victorian behavior, as Julia and Nicholas discover truths about Edward that she never could have imagined. The ending screams sequel I’ll certainly look for the next one. Linda White is a writer in St. Paul, Minnesota.

<B>America’s deep dark secret</B> In his first two books, <I>The Same Embrace</I> and <I>Avoidance</I>, Michael Lowenthal touched on topics that traditionally are taboo. In unearthing these subjects, he displayed strong and polished prose, a fearless understanding for humanity, an evocative sense of place and a rich cast of characters. <B>Charity Girl</B> continues in this same tradition.

The time is World War I. Caught up among the hustle and bustle of Boston’s Jordan Marsh department store is bundle wrapper Frieda Mintz. Her life quickly changes when she meets the dashing American GI Felix Morse. The carefree courtship begins en route to a 1918 Yankees-Red Sox game. All eyes are on Babe Ruth, but Frieda’s are glued to her Army private. After their impulsive evening together, Frieda becomes infected with venereal disease. This encounter leads to a visit by the holier-than-thou Mrs. Sprague (who represents the Committee on Prevention of Social Evils Surrounding Military Camps), resulting in Frieda losing her job.

Tracked down while attempting to visit Felix at Camp Devens, Frieda is carted off to a makeshift detention center. Along with the other incarcerated girls, Frieda is subjected to invasive physical exams, horrific living conditions and forced manual labor. Through all of this, Frieda searches for her own inner strength and forges bonds with fellow inmates as well as a seemingly sympathetic government social worker, while attempting to secure her own freedom.

<B>Charity Girl</B> deals with a dark time in our nation’s history. With American patriotism at a wartime fever pitch, 15,000 American women were locked up with no formal charges, trial or legal representation and all for a germ instead of a crime. The author uses spiraling tension and haunting imagery as he traces Frieda’s journey from awkward adolescent into full-fledged womanhood. <B>Charity Girl</B> is not for the faint of heart. Lowenthal fans will snap this one up. <I>A member of the National Book Critics Circle, Elisabeth A. Doehring is a freelance writer in Satsuma, Alabama.</I>

Colum McCann’s previous novels have vividly demonstrated his ability to delve into the obscure corners of history and emerge with compelling and memorable characters. In Dancer it was Rudolf Nureyev; in This Side of Brightness it was the early 20th- century subway workers who risked their lives tunneling under New York City.

The central character in his latest novel is Zoli, an exotic singer and poet steeped in her ancient Gypsy traditions. Most of the novel is told in Zoli’s words, beginning with her indelible memories of her family being killed by fascist Hlinka guards when she was 6, their carts driven out onto cracking lake ice.

Now a famous singer among her own people, Zoli begins to write poetry, but keeps her poems hidden, for fear of persecution. When Czechoslovakia is liberated by the Russians at war’s end, Zoli is in her early 20s, and is becoming a symbol of the country’s movement toward socialism.

At this point McCann introduces the character of Stephen Swann, a half-Slovak Marxist and publisher who considers Zoli the perfect proletarian poet. Swann and Zoli meet and eventually fall in love, but their relationship seems doomed, enmeshed as it is with the political upheaval swirling around them. After Swann publishes her poems against her will, Zoli is deemed a traitor by her people and banished, sentenced to Pollution for Life. McCann’s story is loosely based on a real Gypsy poet, Papsuza, who was exiled by her people when her poems were published. He has enriched that story with insightful and evocative prose, and in Zoli has created a vibrant character who is able to maintain her identity and proud heritage, even when abandoned by those she loves. Deborah Donovan writes from Cincinnati and La Veta, Colorado.

Lauren Willig’s third installment in her Pink Carnation Series (after The Secret History of the Pink Carnation and The Masque of the Black Tulip) is another entertaining blend of chick lit and historical fiction. The Deception of the Emerald Ring explores the world of espionage and intrigue in 1803 England, when Napoleon supported a group of Irish rebels in their efforts against the British government, and continues the present-day tale of American doctoral candidate Eloise Kelly, who is researching 19th-century British spies. Eloise discovers that the spy known as the Purple Gentian may have been connected to Letty Alsworthy and Geoffrey Pinchingdale-Snipe, and begins researching their lives.

Geoff marries Letty after an elopement gone awry makes it impossible for him to wed her lovely older sister. Initially, Geoff believes he has married the wrong sister, but he soon finds that Letty has hidden depths. When the War Office requests Geoff’s help in Ireland, he leaves his new bride and travels to Dublin to uncover the identities of insurgents supported by Napoleon. But Letty follows him and ends up involved in the dangerous search.

The growing attraction between Geoff and Letty interspersed with Eloise’s own romantic adventures is very real and believable as the tension comes to a boiling point. Though the tone of the novel is decidedly modern, Willig, a Harvard Law School graduate, weaves in plenty of history (the Irish rebellion actually happened, though the floral spies are her own invention). Light and frothy fun, The Deception of the Emerald Ring is a delightful third third act.

Readers of Huckleberry Finn might remember the scene where Jim, the runaway slave, breaks down in tears because he’s worried about the wife and children he’s left behind. The poignant scene forces Huck to acknowledge Jim’s humanity. Now novelist and playwright Nancy Rawles has written a slender but wrenching novel about Sadie, the hapless wife Jim was forced to abandon.

My Jim is an “as told to” story narrated by Sadie to her granddaughter, Marianne, who, unlike her grandmother, is literate and able to write the tale down. It’s 1884, and 16-year-old Marianne has received a marriage proposal. The two women sit down to sew a quilt for her from bits and pieces of the people Sadie has loved and lost. There will be scraps from her mother’s apron as well as “That red for your daddy. Red what they calls him. And that yellow dress I wears into the ground. . . . Black for Jonnies eyes. Brown for Jims hat,” Sadie tells her. As they sew, Sadie shares the story of her life.

That story, to be blunt, is ghastly, and Rawles tells it with great power and compassion in authentic slave vernacular. Sadie’s life reminds us that for every Harriet Tubman or Sojourner Truth or Frederick Douglass, there were 10,000 slaves who didn’t rise up and get away, whose lives were ground to powder, and whose only release from bondage came through death or, if they lived long enough, the Civil War. We marvel that Sadie survived with her sanity and that she’s able to give her “first heart” as she puts it, to anyone. Slavery robs her of everyone she loves: her mother, Jim and their children Lisbeth and Jonnie, and several of her children by other men. Only emancipation allows Sadie to live a settled life with the gentle Papa Duban, and even that has its own perils: Marianne’s father is murdered by an early version of the Klan. Yet Sadie survives. “You take that quilt wherever you go,” she tells Marianne. “When you old and wore you think on me and all the others love you.” My Jim is a tale of hope beyond endurance.