‘After Me Comes the Flood’ by Sarah Perry **

The intriguing premise of Sarah Perry’s After Me Comes the Flood is as follows: ‘What if you walked out of your life only to find another one was already waiting for you?’   Heralded ‘elegant, gently sinister and psychologically complex’, the novel holds instant appeal for fans of books like Diane Setterfield’s The Thirteenth Tale, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black, and of authors such as Sarah Waters.

The protagonist of the piece is John Cole, a lonely man who decides to leave his life behind him and join his brother at his secluded house in rural Norfolk.  Whilst driving away from the neglected bookshop which he owns in London, his car – rather predictably, one may think – breaks down, and he finds himself lost.  Searching for help, he stumbles upon a grand house: ‘It seemed to me the most real and solid thing I’d ever seen, and at the same time only a trick of my sight in the heat’.  John is soon welcomed with opened arms by the odd community of people within, who seem to have been expecting him all along: ‘I ought really to have been afraid of the strangeness and the dark and the insistent child, and those appalling meat hooks hanging from their chains, but instead it all seemed so absurd, and so like something in a novel, that I began to laugh’.

Throughout, Perry uses two differing voices – the first person perspective of John, who is writing an account of his time in his house, and an omniscient third person narrative.  John’s voice drawns one in from the outset: ‘I’m writing this in a stranger’s room on a broken chair at an old school desk.  The chair creaks if I move, and so I must keep very still’.  He goes on to say, ‘I wish I could use some other voice to write this story down.  I wish I could take all the books that I’ve loved best and borrow better words than these, but I’ve got to make do with an empty notebook and a man who never had a tale to tell and doesn’t know how to begin except for the beginning’.

Perry manages to set the oppressive tone of the book almost as soon as it begins: ‘I’ve been listening for footsteps on the stairs or voices in the garden, but there’s only the sound of a household keeping quiet.  They gave me too much drink – there’s a kind of buzzing in my ears and if I close my eyes they sting’.  On the whole, After Me Came the Flood is very well written, and the descriptions which Perry gives of her characters are particularly striking.  Hester, for example, the woman who appears to be in charge of the house, ‘seemed poorly assembled, as though she’d been put together from leftover pieces – her eyes set under a deeply lined forehead, her nose crooked like a child’s drawing of a witch, her skin thick and coarse’.

After Me Came the Flood becomes unsettling rather quickly, and at times it takes quite unexpected turns.  A real sense of place is built, and the first half of the multi-layered novel is very engrossing indeed.  At around this point, however, the religious elements which have previously been touched upon serve only to saturate the entire plot, and cause the whole to become rather plodding in its pace.  The suspense is lost altogether, and it never really picks up again.  The denouement is also rather predictable.  All of these elements sadly add an unfortunate stain to what would otherwise be an intriguing and well driven novel.

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‘Fingersmith’ by Sarah Waters

‘Fingersmith’ by Sarah Waters

This is an amazing tale set in Victorian London and its surrounding villages. Waters’ structure of the novel owes to Dickens et al., but through her exquisite writing she gives it fresh appeal. The story revolves around a convoluted long con perpetuated by a group of fingersmiths (thieves), and eventually a host of characters that propel the plot.

Throughout, there is great character development and a stunning portrayal of the era. Her realism of the life of the poor and the grit of city and life are perfect, and worth five stars on their own. I have read The Little Stranger and enjoyed it, but with Fingersmith, the author is at the top in her writing.

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‘The Little Stranger’ by Sarah Waters ***

I disliked Fingersmith when I tried to read it several years ago, and it took me several attempts to plod my way through the book.  I hoped that I would enjoy The Little Stranger more, as the premise sounded marvellous.  What’s not to like about a post-war country house in the middle of nowhere, where odd goings on threaten the wellbeing of a once well-to-do family?

As I half suspected it would, it took me quite a while to get into the story, as it begins with over 100 pages of prose in which very little happens.  Even when the book did pick up for me, I found that there were still some rather dull passages and chapters throughout, which did not seem overly relevant in the grand scheme of things.  This made the entire novel feel inconsistent, somehow.  I feel that The Little Stranger would have been a far better read as a shorter novel, or even as a novella.  The restrictions on space would have made the tale incredibly atmospheric, and as creepy as it should have been.  As it was, all of the otherworldly happenings within the fabric of the house were rather diluted by stodgy, repetitive prose – just what I remember disliking about Fingersmith.


‘The Little Stranger’, Virago

I didn’t much like the narrator, Doctor Faraday, which barely endeared me to the book.  His voice was overdone at times, and rather unrealistic.  He was rather too pompous to warrant my sympathy.  He was horribly dismissive and unsympathetic towards almost each and every person he met throughout the story.  I hated his ‘I am a doctor, and thus I am always right’ attitude, as often, the decisions he made were rather awful ones.

The decay of the grand house and the Ayres family is well done, and Waters has clearly put a lot of thought into this element of the novel.  I also really enjoyed the ghostly element.  However, there were other aspects of The Little Stranger which were most unlikely and rather unnecessary – the love story, for example.  It seemed to spring from nowhere, and had no foundations with which it was held.  I felt that overall, the novel was not tied up as well as it could have been, and there were a few loose threads throughout.  On the basis of this and Fingersmith, I doubt I shall be reading any more of Waters’ books in the future.