By Virginia Feito
One woman's rollercoaster into pure madness, as she tries to unearth her husband's sinister secrets.
George March’s latest novel is a smash and no one could be prouder than his dutiful wife, Mrs. March. A careful creature of routine and decorum, she lives a controlled existence on the Upper East Side until an acquaintance suggests that her husband’s latest protagonist—a detestable character named Johanna—is based on Mrs. March herself.
That one casual remark sends Mrs. March on an increasingly paranoid journey that begins within the pages of a book and leads her down a rabbit hole of darkness. From the mystery of a missing woman to the strange appearance of cockroaches, Mrs. March's quest to decode her husband's secrets takes her further into torment. And soon, her deafening anxiety and fierce determination to get answers might just threaten everyone in her wake — including 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 mesmerising 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.
Read if you: enjoy the feeling of being creeped out and sick to your stomach (are you okay?)