This takes place in such a gloriously weird world that I really, really wanted to love it. Alas, I‘m bailing at 45%. Holton clearly aims to rethink women‘s roles in Victorian England, but she‘s done so within a framework where the women in question are more concerned about any sort of skin-darkening than they are sexual assault, and where they gleefully embrace colonial trappings like Pygmy bones as ornaments. No, thank you.