The Solitary House: A Novel
Lynn Shepherd’s first acclaimed novel of old suspense, Murder at Mansfield Park, brilliantly reimagined the period of Jane Austen. Now, during this spellbinding new triumph, she introduces an unforgettable duo of detectives into the gaslit international of Dickens.
London, 1850. Charles Maddox were an up-and-coming officer for the Metropolitan police till a cost of insubordination unexpectedly ended his occupation. Now he works on my own, suffering to eke out a residing via monitoring down criminals. each time he wishes it, he has assistance from his great-uncle Maddox, a mythical “thief taker,” a detective as great and intuitive as they come.
On Charles’s most up-to-date case, he’ll desire all of the guidance he can get.
To his surprise, Charles has been approached via Edward Tulkinghorn, the shadowy and feared legal professional, who bargains him a good-looking fee to do a little sleuthing for a consumer. robust financier Sir Julius Cremorne has been receiving threatening letters, and Tulkinghorn desires Charles to—discreetly—find and forestall whoever is responsible.
yet what starts off as an easy, open-and-shut case quickly escalates into whatever larger and masses darker. As he cascades towards a collision with an unspeakable fact, Charles can basically be aided thus far via Maddox. The previous guy exhibits symptoms of forgetfulness and anger, signs of an age-related illness that has but to be named.
Intricately plotted and intellectually bold, The Solitary House is an inventive novel that does greater than spin a captivating story: It plumbs the mysteries of the human mind.
Praise for The Solitary House
“A Victorian travel de strength . . . a must-read.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred evaluate)
“Dickens fanatics will celebrate. . . . [Lynn] Shepherd leaves the reader spellbound.”—Booklist (starred review)
“The famous person of Lynn Shepherd’s interesting secret novel is mid-century Victorian London. . . . Her suspenseful tale and profitable prose ably serve her literary conceit.”—Associated Press
“Intellectually captivating, with darkish twists at each flip . . . a haunting novel that would have you ever guessing until eventually the final pages.”—Historical Novels Review
“Lynn Shepherd has a knack for environment literary homicide puzzles. . . . This literary magpie-ism is a deal with for e-book fans, a bit nudge-and-a-wink right here and there which delights fanatics of those different works with no alienating those that haven’t learn them but. . . . An clever, gripping and fantastically written novel.”—The Scotsman
“The reader is plunged right into a advanced yet understandable labyrinth of deception.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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You.” Charles smiles bitterly. “I discovered to my fee, that if one methods too close to the knuckle with the likes of Mr Tulkinghorn, one hazards having the metaphor flip to truth within the such a lot disagreeable fashion.” He sees the trooper commence at this, and a glance flashes among him and the healthcare professional. “I see you recognize the name,” says Charles, his curiosity aroused. “As I acknowledged to the health care professional purely the day before today, Mr Maddox, i do know the identify. Aye, i do know the identify, yet merely to my sorrow.” The trooper rubs his.