Trias’ slight, early novel is another in the catalogue of women going crazy in the attic. See Repulsion by Polanski and Jane Eyre, among others. Quite why Clara, the narrator, has lost it to such a degree that she goes from having a job and living apart from her abusive father to moving in with him, doting on him and being abused by him, is never entirely clear. The writing is sparse with a growing sense of inevitable dread as the fate of the childlike narrator and her little world hurtles slowly towards impending doom.
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