An explosive debut novel that flips the New York literary scene on its pretentious head.
George Marchâs latest novel is a smash. No one could be prouder than his dutiful wife, Mrs. March, who revels in his accolades. A careful creature of routine and decorum, she lives a precariously controlled existence on the Upper East Side until one morning, when
the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that her husbandâs latest protagonistâa detestable character named Johannaâis based on Mrs. March herself. Clutching her ostrich leather pocketbook and mint-colored gloves, she flees the shop. What could have merited this humiliation?
That one casual remark robs Mrs. March of the belief that she knew everything about her husbandâand herselfâthus sending her on an increasingly paranoid journey that begins within the pages of a book. While snooping in Georgeâs office, Mrs. March finds a
newspaper clipping about a missing woman. Did George have anything to do with her disappearance? Heâs been going on a lot of âhunting tripsâ up north with his editor lately, leaving Mrs. March all alone at night with her tormented thoughts, and the cockroaches
that have suddenly started to appear, and strange breathing noises ⊠As she begins to decode her husbandâs secrets, her deafening anxiety and fierce determination threaten everyone in her wakeâincluding her stoic housekeeper, Martha, and her unobtrusive son,
Jonathan, whom she loves so profoundly, when she remembers to love him at all.
Combining a Hitchcockian sensibility with wickedly dark humor, Virginia Feito, a brilliantly talented and, at times, mischievous newcomer, offers a razor-sharp exploration of the fragility of identity. A mesmerizing novel of psychological suspense and casebook
insecurity turned full-blown neurosis, Mrs. March will have you second-guessing your own seemingly familiar reflection in the mirror.