‘This is a writer whose breadth of imagination and supple prose transcend the genre: she is one of the finest writers in English’Daily Telegraph
When Erica March composes herself to die in a cupboard, she knows that Ralph Pears will find her. For at the age of 87, she had told the young journalist the richly colourful story of her life as novelist, political activist and, above all, lover, from childhood in Suffolk, Paris between the wars, to oblivion in post-war London. At the end of Ralph’s patient probings only one secret remains: the mystery inside one constant object in her life -her cupboard.
‘Rose Tremain’s fiction is my gold standard’Charlotte Mendelson, Independent on Sunday
‘Much of the power of the book springs from Erica herself, a magnificent and greatly sympathetic creation… Miss Tremain has fashioned the totality of one life -and conveyed the evanescence of all human existence’Sunday Telegraph