A spine-tingling novel of twisted mother-daughter relationships, sexuality, class, rampant Victorian colonialism and bodily freedoms.
'A gruesome, provocative, stylish fairytale' Kaliane Bradley, internationally bestselling author of The Ministry of Time
'Magnificent and devastating' Alan Moore, author of Watchman
'As mesmerizing as it is surreal, a haunting gothic tapestry' Lucy Rose, Sunday Times bestselling author of The Lamb
'I loved it' Julia Armfield, author of Our Wives Under The Sea
'Will win awards' Observer
'A worthy entrant into the contemporary gothic hall of fame' Financial Times
Marguerite Perigord is locked in the attic of her family home, a towering Chelsea house overlooking the stinking Thames. For company she has a sewing machine, Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management and a carrion crow who has come to nest in the rafters. Restless, she spends her waning energies on the fascinations of her own body, memorising Mrs Beeton's advice and longing for her life outside.
Cecile Perigord has confined her daughter Marguerite for her own good. Cecile is concerned that Marguerite's engagement to a much older, near-penniless solicitor, will drag the family name - her husband's name, that is - into disrepute. And for Cecile, who has worked hard at her own betterment, this simply won't do. Cecile's life has taught her that no matter how high a woman climbs she can just as readily fall.
Of course, both have their secrets, intentions and histories to hide. As Marguerite's patience turns into rage, the boundaries of her mind and body start to fray. And neither woman can recognise what the other is becoming.
