The Ladies of the House: A book that perfectly fits its cover

cover imageRegular visitors to this blog may have noticed my tendency to bang on about jackets and how they so often do not fit the book in question. It’s long been a bugbear of mine. If the jacket’s eye-catching, attractive and reflects the book’s contents chances are the readers it’s aimed at will pick it up. Get the jacket wrong and you do both readers and writer a disservice. This particular jacket, however, fits its book like a glove. The Ladies of the House begins with a middle-aged women, about to take off on her first holiday abroad, picking up a paper in which the mysterious deaths of three people in north London are reported. Marie has never met these three but somehow she’s convinced she’s responsible for their demise.

Marie lives with her Italian mother in Kettering. Every day she sets off for her job at the Linen Cupboard, returning in the evening to a beautifully cooked supper and a meticulously tidied house. Every day when she’s out, her mother gently rifles through her belongings, wondering why Marie has such a plethora of expensive face creams, putting everything back precisely in order. Marie rarely saw her father who spent his working week in London, leaving his wife and daughter to their own devices. They’ve always been well looked after, their material needs adequately, if not luxuriously, satisfied although not their emotional ones. Nothing has changed since Arthur died; Mr Wye makes sure of that. Marie would like to take her mother back to Italy before she dies and when she enquires at the bank if they have enough money to cover such a trip, she gets a shock. There are millions in the account left untouched under Mr Wye’s instructions. Reluctantly, the sleazy old solicitor finally discloses Arthur’s twenty brothels spread across the more salubrious London boroughs. It seems, however, that Arthur had a soft heart – his ageing employees continue to live in their homes, happily occupying expensive real-estate. The rest of Molly McGrann’s highly entertaining novel is the story of one such brothel run by Sal, Arthur’s beloved mistress, mother of his (unacknowledged) son Joseph and madam to Rita and Annetta – girls ‘for the gods’ as Arthur called them.

McGrann’s narrative shifts smoothly from past to present and back again, unfolding the stories of Rita, the gorgeous girl from Widnes plucked from a bus stop by Arthur out scouting for talent, Annetta, once an ethereal beauty now demented and given to stripping herself naked, and Joseph, who sees life through the window of London buses. It’s also the story of Marie and Flavia, the loving wife unaware of what it was Arthur got up to. McGrann has a sharp eye for characterisation coupled with a wry humour – ‘Yes, it was true, the politicians said, jumping out of the brothels and into the scrum’ in response to the tabloids’ moral outrage about the goings-on in Soho. Her descriptions are arrestingly vivid – an uncle has ‘an unwashed smell on him that crossed the room’, indulging himself in ‘strip-mining the jolliest bits of a fruit loaf’. There’s a pleasing dark edge running through this entertaining piece of storytelling which at times reminded me of Sarah Waters, or Lesley Glaister’s novels with their cast of eccentric old ladies. What’s surprising, given that McGrann is American, is the novel’s strikingly authentic English voice. The ending, though, is pure Southern Gothic.

18 thoughts on “The Ladies of the House: A book that perfectly fits its cover

    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Thank you, Anne, and I delighted that you enjoyed it, too. I know I bang on about jackets but they’re so important – it’s a joy to find such a perfect match.

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  1. helenmackinven

    Another great post Susan and again you’ve touched on a topic which is very meaningful to me right now. I love the cover of The Ladies of the House and it reminds me of Tigers in Red Weather. Both covers appeal to me and as a reader and now a writer too, I’m very interested in the design of a book cover. My own novel is now on version 4 of the cover during the design process. When I try to explain how much getting the cover ‘right’ means to me I’m not sure folk who aren’t serious readers or writers understand what a big deal it is for me. I want to LOVE my cover, not just like it and as you say, the wrong cover can do a disservice to readers.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      I hope you will eventually get the cover that you want, Helen. It’s so important in reaching readers and that’s what we all want. Interesting that you should mention Tigers – both published under the Picador imprint who also did an excellent cover for the hardback edition of Shotgun Lovesongs. They seem to understand how important it is to get it right: both aesthetically pleasing and true to the writer and their book. Good luck!

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Ar least I didn’t knock you of the waggon, Poppy! A great way back in to book buying.

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  2. crimeworm

    I’ve got this one too – it was the cover “wot dunnit” for me, too. God knows when I’ll get to it, but these quotes were v appealing…it’s going up the TBR, methinks!

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      I first saw that cover on Twitter and thought the book looked right up my alley. The quote about the MPs is wonderful isn’t it. She’s got a fine line in wry humour. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Many thanks for the link and for your kind words, Cleo. Very much appreciated. I hope you like the book as much as I did.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Not at all dim, Alex, but I didn’t want to give the game away as it might spoil it for those who want to read the book.

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  4. Naomi

    This is the book that caught my attention on your Books of the Year Part 1 post. This is the first I’ve heard of this one, but I am intrigued…

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      It’s the jacket that sold it to me, Naomi, and I was delighted to find that it fit so well. Bit of a rarity, sadly.

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