It’s totally on me that I started reading this eerie, hauntingly atmospheric book in a place that could absolutely be haunted. I was staying two nights in the homestead of explorer William Lawson in Bathurst, who in 1813 crossed with Blue Mountains with William Wentworth and Gregory Blaxland. He built his homestead in 1820 on land given to him by Governor Macquarie. And on this big, rambling property in the middle of nowhere, I started reading The Visitor.
It follows the story of Laura, who long ago left her childhood behind in Brisbane, raising her teenage daughter in the UK. But when she receives news her elderly parents have died in mysterious circumstances in the Outback, she must return to close up their lives and claim her inheritance.
It’s the perfect opportunity to fix up her childhood home and put it in the market, so she decides to spend a year back in Brisbane with her husband and daughter. But it’s not long before she feels a wariness in her childhood home, even a sense of unwelcome. Could this be what drove her mother to act so strangely in the months before her death?
Starford taps into all the trademark fears of old houses, complete with bumps in the night, to produce the perfect modern gothic tale. But she also explores themes of family bonds, and in particular, the mother daughter relationship, and asks: can you ever truly leave your childhood behind.
I may have had a few sleepless nights in the old homestead as I read this book, but it added to the eerie atmosphere that made it all the more enjoyable.