Mrs S
von K. Patrick
An Observer Best Debut of the Year A Granta Best Young British Novelist 'I loved this book' JULIA ARMFIELD 'Exhilarating' MONICA HEISEY 'Astonishing' ANDREA LAWLOR 'Should be on everyone's summer reading list' iNEWS 'Scorching ... One of our favourite reads' TIME OUT A Guardian Essential Summer Read A sensual debut novel of the forbidden love between a young woman and a headmaster's wife, unfolding across a single heatwave summer. In an elite English boarding school where the girls kiss the marble statue of the famous dead author who used to walk the halls, a young Australian woman arrives to take up the antiquated role of 'matron'. There she meets Mrs S, the headmaster's wife, a woman who is her polar opposite: assured, sophisticated, a paragon of femininity. Over the course of a long, restless heatwave, the matron finds herself irresistibly drawn ever closer into the older woman's world with their unspoken desire blooming into an illicit affair of electric intensity. But, as the summer begins to fade, both know that a choice must finally be made. 'Desire crackles through these pages like fire' TELEGRAPH 'Wildly sexy ... I kept forgetting to exhale' CHARLOTTE MENDELSON 'There's nothing else like it out there' THE TIMES 'Compulsively readable ... beautiful, brilliant' OBSERVER 'Moody, generous and brilliant' JESSIE BURTON 'Rare and thrilling' SARAH WINMAN
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Mrs S
von K. Patrick
An Observer Best Debut of the Year A Granta Best Young British Novelist 'I loved this book' JULIA ARMFIELD 'Exhilarating' MONICA HEISEY 'Astonishing' ANDREA LAWLOR 'Should be on everyone's summer reading list' iNEWS 'Scorching ... One of our favourite reads' TIME OUT A Guardian Essential Summer Read A sensual debut novel of the forbidden love between a young woman and a headmaster's wife, unfolding across a single heatwave summer. In an elite English boarding school where the girls kiss the marble statue of the famous dead author who used to walk the halls, a young Australian woman arrives to take up the antiquated role of 'matron'. There she meets Mrs S, the headmaster's wife, a woman who is her polar opposite: assured, sophisticated, a paragon of femininity. Over the course of a long, restless heatwave, the matron finds herself irresistibly drawn ever closer into the older woman's world with their unspoken desire blooming into an illicit affair of electric intensity. But, as the summer begins to fade, both know that a choice must finally be made. 'Desire crackles through these pages like fire' TELEGRAPH 'Wildly sexy ... I kept forgetting to exhale' CHARLOTTE MENDELSON 'There's nothing else like it out there' THE TIMES 'Compulsively readable ... beautiful, brilliant' OBSERVER 'Moody, generous and brilliant' JESSIE BURTON 'Rare and thrilling' SARAH WINMAN
Aktuelle Rezensionen(1)
Rezension von kenI am relieved to finally say that my rut is broken and it's all thanks to the tragedy in this novel. It felt so long ago since I read a five-star book, but lo and behold, it had only been a month and a bit. But I already knew that reading blocks make months seem so long and unending. This is a novel where the ending cinched my love for it - though I loved it even before then. I worried that the ending would lose conviction but instead it expressed the sheer strength of it. Throughout the novel which is vivid and brilliant - I don't know how else to say it. I appreciate K. Patrick's poetry that sucker punches one with their turn of phrase. It's magnificent. But yeah. That ending. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew what I <i>didn't</i> want, which is a running theme in my life right now (in particular, whenever I have to choose a dingbat). And <i>Mrs S</i>'s ending was the best - and only - way, now that I've read it, I could ever expect. I'm still baffled by it. And speechless. The novel is in first-person too, which is a thing that I tend to not like, though I suppose recently, if I enjoy a first-person narrative. I do so with my whole chest, and if I don't, then I tend to be indifferent towards them. ANYWAY. The way the story is written, it's as if the narrator is in the midst of retelling themself the series of events that transpired, though there was hardly any distant flashback that implied that the story-telling is very close to the past. I also appreciate the decision to not make a character like the narrator to be a stone butch. In my mind it feels like it's the most common decision made for this type of character. And when the narrator said, "when she is not around, I invent her. When she is around, I invent her. It is not her fault." It blew me away. They are Romantic to the core and I see too much of myself in them. That's all. And yes, yes. Literature is not a mirror but a door, but hear me out. What if it's a door with a mirror that reveals to me more about myself than I once thought?