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233 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 6, 2023
1870. Twenty-four-year-old Lucy Braithwhite (Isn’t the right spelling Braithwaite?) is the heiress to the fortune of Braithwhite and Company – the most successful wallpaper manufacturer in England for almost a century. Braithwhite’s designs are original, and their colours unnaturally vibrant, but their wallpapers also seem to create hallucinatory effects or health issues, though no one knows the reason for this.
When Mr. Luckhurst, the long-term manager of the company and surrogate father to Lucy and her invalid brother John, passes away suddenly, a young and eneigmatic man named Julian Rivers presents himself as being the successor appointed by Luckhurst. But the arrival of this stranger sets into motion many sinister happenings, and Lucy realises that it is up to her to save the company and more importantly, her family.
The story comes to us in the form of a book discovered in an abandoned warehouse, supposedly containing the journal entries written by Lucy in first person.
'All delight for me was gone, though. Happiness no longer possible. The war was advancing, and my only delight - if one can even call it that - was to be found in preparing myself for the battle that was coming.'Setterfield plainly loves and cherishes her central male:
'Will was pleased with the world and with himself. He was a long way from being a man, he knew that, yet he was no longer a little boy. [...] He still had a lot to learn, but he knew that he would learn it as he had everything else in life - easily.'However, Varese situates his abstruse and discomposing male as the subject of a woman's (Lucy's) attention:
'my thoughts [...] had become so tangled with what my next step should be. The truth is, I was trapped, with no way of breaking out. Mr Rivers had already established such a firm hold on everything. And then there were his plans, his hideous plans, to drench our world in his poison.'Lucy Braithwhite ends up (not really spoiling anything here...) wandering round the house, like a wraith, aimless and hopeless, and really, a bit sickening.