Mrs March

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Nastily good fun Metro

SET TO BECOME A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE STARRING ELIZABETH MOSS

Shirley Jackson meets Ottessa Moshfegh meets My Sister the Serial Killer in a brilliantly unsettling and darkly funny debut novel full of suspense and paranoia
George Marchs latest novel is a smash hit. None could be prouder than Mrs. March, his dutiful wife, who revels in his accolades and relishes the lifestyle and status his success brings.

A creature of routine and decorum, Mrs. March lives an exquisitely controlled existence on the Upper East Side. Every morning begins the same way, with a visit to her favourite patisserie to buy a loaf of
olive bread, but her latest trip proves to be her last when she suffers an indignity from which she may never recover: an assumption by the shopkeeper that the protagonist in George Marchs new book
a pathetic sex worker, more a figure of derision than desire is based on Mrs. March.

One casual remark robs Mrs. March not only of her beloved olive bread but of the belief that she knew everything about her husband and herself sending her on an increasingly paranoid journey, one
that starts within the pages of a book but may very well uncover both a killer and the long-buried secrets of Mrs. Marchs past.

A razor-sharp exploration of the fragility of identity and the smothering weight of expectations, Mrs. March heralds the arrival of a wicked and wonderful new voice.

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I read Mrs March in one sitting and was so captured by it As a character, [Mrs March] is fascinating, complex, and deeply human Elisabeth Moss

Feito nods deftly to her forebears there are shades of Hitchcock and Highsmith here while the opening chapter puts one in mind of Woolfs Mrs Dalloway Nastily good fun Claire Allfree, Metro

Virginia Feitos noirish debut novel left me rapt, gleefully ambivalent about her eponymous protagonist: did I like her Did I find her funny Did I want to hug her Was I bit a scared of her Did I relate to her To all of the above: yes an elegant, claustrophobic psychological thriller that feels incredibly original Evening Standard

What a rancid little book, I absolutely loved it Alice Slater

The atmosphere of queasy foreboding is compelling, as is the portrayal of a flawed, troubled and complex individual trying to keep it together while coming apart at the seams Economist

A brilliantly tense psychological study from a writer who keeps pace with the grandees she invokes Du Maurier, for one Feito has done that most horrible, wonderful and truly novelistic of things: she has seen right through Mrs March and into the shameful, petty, maggoty secrets that everybody carries Guardian

'A delicious, disorienting study of suspicion, societal pressure and shifting identities, brilliantly rendered. I swallowed this tale down as greedily as if it were Mrs. March's beloved olive bread' Rachel Edwards, author of Darling

Gloriously grotesque: tormented by the desire for glossy magazine perfection; cruelly judgemental; frantic to believe the world revolves around her. And yet Feito makes her guilt-inducingly relatableThe gothic awfulness of her predicament reminds you of Ottessa Moshfeghs grand guignol creations and lurid descriptive talents; Shirley Jacksons claustrophobic horror The Times

Author Bio

Virginia Feito was raised in Madrid and Paris, and studied English and drama at Queen Mary University of London. She worked as a copywriter until she quit to write her debut novel. She lives in Madrid.