This is Patrick de Witt’s third novel, completely different from the previous two. It isn’t quite a fairy story; some of it is surreal, nightmarish, incredible, but all totally delicious. I was in awe of the author’s creativity and the wonderful dialogue and prose.
Mr Olderglough opened his eyes. “There were once were twenty souls in our employ here, boy. Can you imagine it? Coachmen, waiting maids, porters, a cook, a nurse. All gone now, alas.”
“I thought you’d said Agnes was the cook, sir?”
“Originally she was the chambermaid. When the cook left us, then did Agnes step forward, claiming a deft hand.”
“But it seems you take issue with her cooking, is that correct?”
“Not so far as she knows. But in my private mind, yes, I am unenthusiastic.”
“And why do you not speak with her about it, may I ask?”
“Because I dislike unpleasantness. Also there is the fact of my being somewhat afraid of her. And then, too, I’m not much interested in eating.” He looked at Lucy. “Are you?”
“I like to eat,” Lucy said.
“Is that right?” Mr Olderglough shook his head, as if to accommodate an eccentricity. “Personally, it never held much sway for me.”
Lucy said, “May I ask what became of the others?”
“Well, they’ve gone away, haven’t they?”
“But why have they, sit?”
“I suppose they thought it the wisest course of action, is all.”
Mr Olderglough looked wistfully about the room. “Twenty souls,” he said, “and here, what’s become of us? Well, we’ve got you in our company now, boy, and this heartens me, I can tell you that much.”
Lucy was not so heartened. He followed Mr Olderglough to the larder; the shelves were all but bare. There came from the corner the scratching of rodents, and now began a thumping, squabbling battle, a lengthy affair concluding with the agonized squeal of the defeated: high and sharp at its commencement, distantly windy at its resolution. Mr Olderglough wore a satisfied expression, as though the outcome were favourable to him. Drawing back his cascading forelock, he said. “I find the constant upkeep of the body woefully fatiguing, don’t you?”
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I love the descriptions in this excerpt. Thank you for sharing!
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It’s so fun to read these excerpts, Elizabeth. Lovely writing.