“Lyntons. Just thinking the words raises the hair on my arms like a cat that had seen a ghost.”
This layered story opens with Frances Jellico on her death bed, reminiscing about her summer at Lyntons (a run down mansion in the English countryside) 20 years earlier. Frances stayed at Lyntons with a charming hedonistic couple- Cara and Peter. Together they enjoy bottles of wine, martinis, lavish meals, and the spoils of Lyntons.
Frances has a mid-life coming of age as she gets increasingly caught up in this decadent and eccentric couple’s life. Meanwhile, in between cigarettes and martinis, Cara shares the story of how she and Peter met and her own muddied past. Ethical lines are blurred as the trio begin dabbling in small crimes and ultimately one so tragic it will haunt them.
Read this one if you are in the mood for a deeply atmospheric, well written slow burner and pair with peaches, coffee, pastries, figs, eggs and toast, tagliatelle al limone and martinis served in tin cups.