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338 pages, Hardcover
First published February 9, 2021
Hannah's husband was murdered…while she was in the house with him.![]()
I know this is denial.True crime seems to be the flavor of the month of late, in books, on TV, in movies, in blogs. The podcast Serial made a huge splash. I’ll Be Gone in the Dark was a huge best-seller in 2018, and an amazing documentary in 2020. Multiple TV shows have been based on true-crime bloggers, and recently, We Keep the Dead Close (review coming) tracked a fifty-year-old unsolved murder at Harvard and looked at whether Harvard was complicit in covering it up. They can serve a good purpose, find truth, free the innocent, implicate the guilty. But what if the person in charge of the True Crime investigation is on the wrong course? What if they go after an innocent person?
I know.
But I can’t face it.
I thought I wanted the truth, once. Now, I realize, I was safer in my lie.

Possessive, Graham says. I can hear the smile on his lips.Hannah remembers some things, like Graham delivering a lecture.
He’s not here, I say in my mind. He’s dead…I can feel a storm on the air, the bright, sharp glimmer in everything. And as I pull the car door open, I think I feel him on the icy breeze.
Goodbye, Hannah, he says. Good night, sweetheart.
I can see him, in my mind. His hands gripping the lectern, glancing down at his notes. Dressed the part—clean-cut, pushing his hair back from his face each time he made a point he wasn’t quite sure of.But which is which? If she is hearing voices now, can her memories be seen as reliable?
The only person who saw that tic for what it was, of course, was me. To everyone else, he was all confidence. All knowledge. All smiles.
“‘She had left the last blood of her husband/Staining a pillow. Their whole story/Hung—a miasma—round that stain.’ We can hear the detachment in Hughes’ narrative voice throughout the poem, in which he and his wife take ‘possession’ of a house which is contaminated by the ghosts of its previous inhabitants.” He draws breath. A draft flutters the curtains. “There’s an inevitability to it, as though, by finding the omens, their ‘sour odor,’ he might have sensed even then that only one of them would make it out alive, though they would be haunted by their memories; their guilt, their complicity, their shame.”
“A good story,” Graham says, all echoes and reverberations, the ancient tape wavering. “A good story has a life of its own. It’s a thing that lives and breathes. A thing that comes to life in a kind of agreement between the teller and the listener—a shared fantasy, that makes even the wildest illusions real. They make us complicit, when we believe in them. They make us say, ‘Yes, I agree—I accept it. It exists for me.’”And the viability of story is at the core of Possession. Hannah has a story about the night of the killing. The podcast has a different story. Which story is true? Are either of them true? Maybe partially? Is there maybe a third story? Which one would you believe? We are usually invited to sympathize with the narrator in a novel, to believe her story, but her story is incomplete, jumbled. She hears voices and might be nuts. The tension of not knowing is what keeps us flipping the pages.
People say motherhood brings it out in you: a need to protect your child that verges on madness.
Only now do I realize it’s true.
“I received a free ARC of Possession by Katie Lowe from Macmillan in an exchange for an honest review.”But doesn’t that feel off, (wait, stop telling me what to write, ok) somehow? I mean thanks, and all. I am grateful, but (and no, you may not take control of my fingers, for any amount of time. Go, shoo, bugger off, get out of my head!) I am quite capable of producing a fair (sometimes even a poor) review without being inhabited by someone, or something else, ok. Now beat it!








