By David Storey
Published Jan 2010
As playwright, painter and novelist, Richard Fenchurch has been both successful and rich, but now, in his mid-60s, he’s beginning to fall apart… again. Being installed back in the old family home where he courted his first wife, Fenchurch struggles to keep his grip on freedom and sanity, and allows himself to relax into memory. Time is catching up with him, but it is memory that produces the more startling revelation.
Fenchurch’s love for his wife was real enough, but the old surroundings, both the building and the land itself, bring back to him the irresistibly ardent drive of his passionate affair with Isabella, his fiancée’s mother.