Rachel arrives at Storrs Hall, her late mother’s isolated country cottage. While packing up the house, painful memories of loss and grief are exposed, as well as the unsettling feeling of a presence in the house. Generations earlier, a young housemaid, Lizzy, called the same dwelling home. So begins the intertwining tale of two women, both struggling against conforming to duty.
Written with a thin veil between life and death, the past and the present, the narrative is subtle, and begins with Rachel’s haunting experiences that are all too relatable. Those moments that are hard to define, that make us wonder whether they did in fact happen at all: a blur in the corner of your eye, strange humming that could surely just be faulty wiring; unease that has Rachel questioning her own lucidity as it draws on her own complex emotions about grief, partnership and motherhood. But with the help of a neighbour, a previous owner and a local historian, Rachel pieces together the house that was a labourer’s cottage, part of the Storrs estate.
Lizzy’s story opens up as a parallel narrative, that reads like a classic historical fiction, delving deep into the experiences of a young working-class woman growing up in the mid-1800s. She works in the house of Reverend and Mrs Wolfenden, who ask about Lizzy’s family lodger, Mr Moore, and request they she reports to them what she sees. Mr Moore holds private meetings in his room filled with a collection of books. Lizzy thinks that discussions about Shakespeare and Robinson Crusoe are innocent, but the Reverend claims Mr Moore is an agitator, a democrat.
Despite the warnings, Lizzie begins visiting Mr Moore, and a complex relationship begins between this young woman and older man. It’s a relationship that highlights the vulnerability of Lizzy’s adolescence, which made for aptly uncomfortable reading, signifying the dual impact of gender and class oppression. She is a woman with few choices, torn between a relationship of clumsy beginnings with an older man, and a man she is supposed to marry; a woman limited by the label of wife. The story also highlights the impacts of the Chartist Movement of the time, which added interest to the narrative.
Ultimately, I picked this book up for a ghost story, though I think it is better suited for those interested in historical fiction. While I was keen to hold onto Rachel’s perspective, this diminishes as the book continues. It felt like she was reading a book herself, the story of Lizzy, which she became immersed in. Overall, not enough ‘ghost’ for me.