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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 March’s 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 ofolive 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 March’s 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, onethat starts within the pages of a book but may very well uncover both a killer and the long-buried secrets of Mrs. March’s 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.

‘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 March’s 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 ofolive 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 March’s 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, onethat starts within the pages of a book but may very well uncover both a killer and the long-buried secrets of Mrs. March’s 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.

From the author of Sunday Times bestseller Mrs. March comes a gruesome and gleeful new novel that probes the psyche of a bloodthirsty governess in Victorian England. â??Simmering with rage, propulsive and laugh-out-loud funny' CATRIONA WARD

George March's latest novel is a smash. No one could be prouder than his dutiful wife, Mrs. March, who revels in his accolades. A careful creature of routine and decorum, she lives a precariously controlled existence on the Upper East Side until one morning, when the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that her husband's latest protagonist--a detestable character named Johanna--is based on Mrs. March herself. Clutching her ostrich leather pocketbook and mint-colored gloves, she flees the shop. What could have merited this humiliation?That one casual remark robs Mrs. March of the belief that she knew everything about her husband--and herself--thus sending her on an increasingly paranoid journey that begins within the pages of a book. While snooping in George's office, Mrs. March finds a newspaper clipping about a missing woman. Did George have anything to do with her disappearance? He's been going on a lot of "hunting trips" up north with his editor lately, leaving Mrs. March all alone at night with her tormented thoughts, and the cockroaches that have suddenly started to appear, and strange breathing noises . . . As she begins to decode her husband's secrets, her deafening anxiety and fierce determination threaten everyone in her wake--including her stoic housekeeper, Martha, and her unobtrusive son, Jonathan, whom she loves so profoundly, when she remembers to love him at all. Combining a Hitchcockian sensibility with wickedly dark humor, Virginia Feito, a brilliantly talented and, at times, mischievous newcomer, offers a razor-sharp exploration of the fragility of identity. A mesmerizing novel of psychological suspense and casebook insecurity turned full-blown neurosis, Mrs. March will have you second-guessing your own seemingly familiar reflection in the mirror.

George March's latest novel is a smash. No one could be prouder than his dutiful wife, Mrs. March, who revels in his accolades. A careful creature of routine and decorum, she lives a precariously controlled existence on the Upper East Side until one morning, when the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that her husband's latest protagonist--a detestable character named Johanna--is based on Mrs. March herself. Clutching her ostrich leather pocketbook and mint-colored gloves, she flees the shop. What could have merited this humiliation?That one casual remark robs Mrs. March of the belief that she knew everything about her husband--and herself--thus sending her on an increasingly paranoid journey that begins within the pages of a book. While snooping in George's office, Mrs. March finds a newspaper clipping about a missing woman. Did George have anything to do with her disappearance? He's been going on a lot of "hunting trips" up north with his editor lately, leaving Mrs. March all alone at night with her tormented thoughts, and the cockroaches that have suddenly started to appear, and strange breathing noises . . . As she begins to decode her husband's secrets, her deafening anxiety and fierce determination threaten everyone in her wake--including her stoic housekeeper, Martha, and her unobtrusive son, Jonathan, whom she loves so profoundly, when she remembers to love him at all. Combining a Hitchcockian sensibility with wickedly dark humor, Virginia Feito, a brilliantly talented and, at times, mischievous newcomer, offers a razor-sharp exploration of the fragility of identity. A mesmerizing novel of psychological suspense and casebook insecurity turned full-blown neurosis, Mrs. March will have you second-guessing your own seemingly familiar reflection in the mirror.

Virginia Feito's Mrs. March was hailed as "a brilliant debut . . . by] a writer who keeps pace with the grandees she invokes" (Sarah Ditum, Guardian)--from Daphne Du Maurier and Shirley Jackson to Patricia Highsmith. Now, Feito returns with her "silver-polish sentences and her eerie psychological acumen" (Constance Grady, Vox) to unleash an entirely new antihero on us all.Grim Wolds, England: Winifred Notty arrives at Ensor House prepared to play the perfect governess--she'll dutifully tutor her charges, Drusilla and Andrew, tell them bedtime stories, and only joke about eating children. But long, listless days spent within the estate's dreary confines come with an intimate knowledge of the perversions and pathetic preoccupations of the Pounds family--Mr. Pounds can't keep his eyes off Winifred's chest, and Mrs. Pounds takes a sickly pleasure in punishing Winifred for her husband's wandering gaze. Compounded with her disdain for the entitled Pounds children, Winifred finds herself struggling at every turn to stifle the violent compulsions of her past. French tutoring and needlework are one way to pass the time, as is admiring the ugly portraits in the gallery . . . and creeping across the moonlit lawns. . . . Patience. Winifred must have patience, for Christmas is coming, and she has very special gifts planned for the dear souls of Ensor House. Brimming with sardonic wit and culminating in a shocking conclusion, Victorian Psycho plunges readers into the chilling mind of an iconic new literary psychopath.

Ser adaptada a la gran pantalla con la participaci n de Margaret Qualley Vuelve, por fin, a n m s audaz y provocadora, «la Patricia Highsmith espa ola , «la nueva dama del thriller (La Raz n) que conmocion a prensa, libreros y lectores con La se ora March, Premio Best Novel Valencia Negra y Premio Un A o de Libros al mejor debut, y uno de los mejores libros del a o seg n El Pa s, El Cultural, La Vanguardia, Elle y Telva. El se or y la se ora Pounds han contratado a Winifred Notty para que cumpla el rol de la perfecta institutriz victoriana: dar clases a sus pupilos (franc s y costura a Drusilla y lgebra e historia al peque o Andrew) y les contar cuentos antes de dormir. Pero Ensor House y sus habitantes ocultan m s perversiones y secretos que la perturbada se orita Notty, capaz de convertir un t con elegantes invitados y beb s en el sal n en un acontecimiento macabro. Qu ha pasado en su vida para que una fr a ma ana de Navidad todas las piezas del pasado y el presente encajen y un final opuesto al de un cuento de hadas nos estremezca como un regalo sangriento? Cruelmente divertida, cl sica y moderna, y dickensianamente escalofriante, Victorian Psycho confirma el original talento de «la nueva dama del thriller ( ngeles L pez, La Raz n). ENGLISH DESCRIPTION Soon to be adapted to the big screen, featuring Margaret Qualley. Named one of the Most Anticipated Books of 2025 by Oprah Daily, Reader's Digest, Polygon, and Paste Even more audacious and provocative, "Spanish Patricia Highsmith" returns at last, "the new lady of thriller" (La Raz n) that shocked the press, booksellers, and readers alike with Mrs. March, winning best novel at the Valencia Negra Awards and the Un A o de Libros award for best debut. One of the best novels of the year, according to El Pa s, El Cultural, La Vanguardia, Elle, and Telva. Mr. and Mrs. Pounds have hired Winifred Notty to play the role of the perfect Victorian governess: she will teach her pupils (French and needlework to Drusilla, and algebra and history to little Andrew) and tell them stories before bed. But Ensor House and its inhabitants hide more perversions and secrets than the perturbed Miss Notty, capable of turning tea time at a salon filled with elegant guests and babies into a macabre experience. What has happened to her that, on one chilly Christmas morning, every piece of the past and present finally comes together, and the complete opposite of a fairy tale ending makes us tremble as a bloody gift would? Cruelly entertaining, both classic and modern, and eerie in a Dickensian way, Victorian Psycho confirms the original talent of "the new lady of thriller" ( ngeles L pez, La Raz n.)