![]() During this time she befriended a struggling artist called Ned Gillespie and became an almost permanent fixture in his family’s household - until something went very wrong with their relationship. The tale is narrated by Harriet Baxter, a woman of independent means, who wants to set the record straight about her earlier life in Glasgow in 1888. I had been reading it for so long, toting it around on public transport, reading it in bed and on lunch breaks, that I felt bereft when I came to the last page.Īn elderly lady takes us into her confidence ![]() It transports you into a strange world of art, deception, troubled families, disturbed children, grumpy housemaids and caged greenfinches, and then takes you on a rollicking good ride that you don’t want to end.Īt more than 600 pages, this book - Harris’s second novel - kept me entertained for a fortnight. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun reading a novel. One newspaper review described Jane Harris‘s Gillespie and I as “literary crack cocaine” - to which I can only concur. ![]() Fiction – paperback Faber and Faber 624 pages 2012. ![]()
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