In this astonishing debut, the venerable but gossipy New York literary scene is twisted into a claustrophobic fun house of paranoia, horror, and wickedly dark humor。
George March’s latest novel is a smash。 No one is prouder than Mrs。 March, his doting wife。 But one morning, the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that his protagonist is based on Mrs。 March herself: “?‘But 。 。 。 —isn't she 。 。 。’ Mrs。 March leaned in and in almost a whisper said, ‘a whore?’?” Clutching her ostrich-leather pocketbook, she flees, that one casual remark destroying her belief that she knew everything about her husband—as well as herself。
Suddenly, Mrs。 March is hurled into a harrowing journey that builds to near psychosis, one that begins merely within the pages of a book but may uncover both a killer and the long-buried secrets of her past。