I can hardly believe I have nearly read all of Celia Fremlin's novels. This was her fourteenth novel, first published in 1991. As always, Fremlin's writing is so natural and so, so realistic. I can't think of another author who writes domestic thrillers as well and gets into the minds of her characters.
Clare Wakefield lives in London with journalist husband, Edwin and teenage son, Jason. Recently Edwin was kidnapped by terrorists in the Middle East, along with colleagues, Richard Barlow and Leonard Coburn. I think it is fair to say that Clare is not exactly too heartbroken about this and when she learns that Edwin has escaped his captors and is returning home, she is more resigned than euphoric. However, these events bring her into contact with Richard's mother, and his young wife, Sally and with Leonard's wife, Jessica.
As the situation changes, Clare begins to question Edwin's motives. Fremlin advances the novel slowly, bringing characters into contact until we have different alliances, allegiances and suspicions. This is one of Fremlin's best and shows me that, even as I do get to the end, there is so much more to discover and new favourites to find. If you like domestic thrillers, do not just look at new authors. Fremlin was deliciously dark and utterly herself.