Written in 1975 styled as a Gothic story of the 19th century, but with ideas that would fit much better into the 21st century, Leonie Hargerave (actual gay writer Thomas Disch) writes about Clara Reeve, a naïve, sheltered orphan, brought up by her Aunt Lydia and a very cruel uncle. She is destined to grow intelligently and worldly through all she had endured: lies, deceit, murder, travails, rape, incest, gender issues, religious forbearance, oppression, and secrets too many to count.
This book is worth the almost five hundred pages. Written so closely to emulate the style of those 19th century novels, you sometimes forget that it was written in the 70s. The ending was surprising, but would probably be have been more shocking in 1975 or in 1875. Today, it was easier to image and to understand and believe than those from the past.
Disch is one of the writers that I think never got his due. His writing was always intelligent and smart in ways that many writers would envy. His books are under read and under appreciated and that is always a shame.