Anna Clarke was born in Cape Town and educated in Montreal and Oxford. She holds degrees in economics and English literature and has held a wide variety of jobs, mostly in publishing and university administration.
I don't know exactly why I didn't like this book. I put it down and picked it back up again later and still didn't like it, so it wasn't a mood thing.
Helen Mitchell is a rich, successful author. She takes on a handsome, young brat to help him write his book, and then bad things happen.
Okay. I know why I didn't like it. The protagonist, Helen, is unlikeable. She's emotionally dead, self-destructive and likes to complicate things for no reason.
I hate it when things become complicated because characters won't say something. As a made-up example, if you walked into a room and found a dead body, and someone walked in right after you and says, "What happened?" and you refuse to say, "I just walked in here myself, and he was dead." You become a suspect just because you wouldn't open your mouth. My opinion? Nuts to you. (Unless there is a good reason you're not saying something. That's different.)
These awful characters deserved each other, and I couldn't stand spending time with them.
Written in first person by a mystery writer who is living the mystery she’s writing and………..the PLOT is no longer up to her…”The fantastic imagination is a powerful, frightening facility of the human mind: kept to its place, it is a useful safety valve, allowed out of its place…” and, how the story goes … was intriguing and interesting to me, the reader.Well written, and once I got to a certain spot I jut couldn’t put it down, until it was finished and in the end,……..your imagination is still wondering – I enjoyed it and am planning on finding more of her writing….again – all are out of print………