EXCERPT: There had been the sound of tyres on the chalk path one summer's evening, and a tentative knock on the door. A tall, thin young man stood on the threshold, wearing a black suit that was several sizes too large for him. 'I've brought the hearse,' he said.
It felt like a continuity error. 'Am I dead?' she asked. She saw the hearse, parked in the courtyard.
It took them a while to work out that he'd come to the wrong windmill - he was supposed to be collecting a body from another mill twelve miles away. As omens went, it had felt pretty heavy-handed and for a while Astrid had lived with a sense of dread. This had, of course, turned out to be entirely misplaced, because here she was at eighty-two, alive and well. Or maybe not well, exactly, but certainly N.D.Y.
ABOUT 'WINDMILL HILL': In the 1970s, a single night in a remote hunting lodge with a Hollywood director and his leading lady causes an international scandal that wrecks Astrid's glittering stage career and rips apart her marriage.
Her ex-husband, the charismatic Scottish actor Magnus Fellowes, finds global fame, while Astrid retreats to a Sussex windmill. Now 82, she lives there still, with a troupe of dachshunds and her loyal friend, Mrs Baker, who came to clean over twenty years ago, and never left. But Mrs Baker has a troubled past too - one that's caught up with them. There has been an 'Awful Incident' at the windmill; police are sniffing around. Then Astrid hears that Magnus, now on his death bed, is writing a tell-all memoir. Furious, she sets off for Scotland, determined to stop him, at all costs.
MY THOUGHTS: Windmill Hill is a book to be lingered over, a bit like a fine red wine. Take your time and appreciate it.
Astrid is the most fascinating character that I have come across in a long time. She possesses a chaotic mind and feels no different, inside, at eighty-two than she did at thirty-two. It's just her aging body that slows her down - different parts of her body behaving like tantruming toddlers. I love her thought processes, or perhaps her lack of them. She flits from one thought, one subject to the next with no apparent, to the reader, connection. Strangely, libraries fill Astrid with gloom - they are a harsh reminder of all that she will never know.
Mrs Baker is the perfect foil. She is as steady and solid and practical as Astrid is a flibbertigibbet. Astrid's companion for over two decades, she says she only stayed because she felt sorry for Astrid. But Mrs Baker, too, has a secret in her past. Mrs Baker isn't Mrs Baker.
Although the plot dives off on tangents and jumps about in both timeline and subject randomly and quite without warning, it works and rather wonderfully.
Other than the mysteries contained within, revealed tantalisingly slowly, Windmill Hill is a story of love. A love that may have been ignored, buried and denied, but which has never died.
Windmill Hill is both entertaining and strangely soothing. I chuckled and wept, probably in equal amounts. This is deserving of a second read, and probably more than that. I look forward to reading it again many times in the future. A definite keeper.
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Before becoming an author, Lucy worked for Amnesty International (UK), and then the Times Literary Supplement. She studied English at Oxford University and was a Fulbright Scholar to the USA for a Masters in English & American literature. She has lived in Boston, Seattle and Philadelphia, and is now based in Oxford with her family.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Quercus Books via Netgalley for providing a digital ARC of Windmill Hill by Lucy Atkins for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.