Mrs March A Novel by Virginia Feito

Isn’t this jacket great? Surprisingly bright with only a hint of nasty, as a cockroach moves to the well-groomed hands of the elegantly dressed woman. Miss march by Virginia feito fulfills that promise, a novel that was delivered as elegantly as the design of her jacket. Married to a successful writer, Ms.March is worried about her recent book, which seems to be about just her.

She planned to storm every bookstore, buy every copy, somehow finish them – a huge campfire lit on a cold December night – but that would be crazy, of course

Mrs. March is a little troubled when her favorite Baker tells her how much the protagonist of George’s new bestselling novel looks like her. She is very self-confident, convinced of insults and contemptuous remarks at every step. She has not read the book, but further research makes her understand that Johanna is a simple, fat whore who does not want to put anyone to bed. Despite her anger, Mrs. Mars dutifully organized the celebration of George’s success and goes almost unnoticed among friends and colleagues of her husband, in a wave of shame about the whisper about her, which she will certainly hear.

While rummaging through George’s office, she discovers a newspaper piece about a not found girl in the small town that he and his publisher use as a hunting base, a coincidence that seems to overwhelm Mrs. March, who comes to a terrible conclusion when the girl’s body is found. Tormented at every step by the judgment and gossip of others, or so she thinks, Mrs. March begins to unravel dramatically until a confession takes place the day before George’s birthday party.

She undressed and dodged her reflection, as one avoids a neighbor in the supermarket

Feito tells her lurid story from Ms. March’s point of view, weaving details of her character’s past through the story as she grows increasingly tense. She is the child of wealthy and negligent parents who did not see or take care of the damage done to her. Her paranoid social awkwardness is unbearable, her inability to perform even the smallest task is painful. without her husband, she does not know how to be. All of this comes with a lot of clever humor, but as your ideas get more and more feverish and your grip on reality continues to wane, the tone darkens. The novel’s press release compares feito’s writing to Shirley Jackson’s. I haven’t read enough about it to judge, but it reminded me of Jill Dawson’s excellent crime fiction author about Patricia Highsmith in her portrayal of a mind that is becoming increasingly messy. It’s not often that I’m on a blog tour, but I’m so excited to spread the word about this fun and engaging debut that I jumped on board.

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