Margie Orford has won acclaim as the author of the Clare Hart novels, set in South Africa and examining male violence against women. Tough and unsparing, they are also cathartic and uplifting.
Her new thriller, The Eye Of The Beholder, opens in the snow and freezing cold of Canada where Cora is running from a man who has left her bruised, and hoping to reconnect with her daughter, Freya.
We next meet Angel, a young woman with a tough past who works at a wolf sanctuary where a woman brings an injured dog found on the side of the road - this is Trotsky, who belongs to art dealer Yves Fournier, who has a secluded cabin not far away. It turns out he went skiing and hasn't been seen since. But she's patient, she can wait til he turns up...
We move between the present in Canada with Angel, with Freya in London and with Cora - a renowned artist - in a remote part of Scotland, plus Cora's childhood in South Africa. The extreme cold of Canada, the temperate UK, and the blistering heat of South Africa are effective contrasts, each shown to have its own beauty - and its own ugliness too.
Angel and Cora are both determined to escape their pasts - Angel is finding peace in her work with the wolves, relating to the animals far more easily than people; Cora returns repeatedly in her art to exploring her time in South Africa, though each fresh canvas is more a palimpsest than clean slate, even if the act of creation is healing.
As Freya explores her mother's past through newly-unearthed photographs and cine film, we also learn more of their bond, and of their relationships with men whose behaviours will be very familiar to most female readers. But the women are determined that what they have endured will not define them, and are far more than the stereotypical passive victims.
As the tension is slowly ratcheted up, Angel makes her way to Scotland and there is a quiet reckoning between her and Cora before a powerful, cathartic ending.
The Eye of the Beholder is horribly realistic, emotionally exhausting and unashamedly feminist. It grabs you by the heart in the first paragraph and doesn't let go until the last word. Orford has always chronicled necessary stories wrapped in understated style and gripping plots; here she has upped her game so far other writers will need rocket fuel to keep up.