Rachel Hore
Memory & Misery
The misery memoir, the pundits tell us, is finally on the wane. The great dark tide of tales about childhood neglect and abuse, engendered by Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes and Dave Pelzer’s A Child Called ‘It’ back in the mid-Nineties, has seemed unstoppable. It has been as though, to quote from Susan Hill’s disturbing new novella, ‘everyone in the world … had been beaten and starved and kept in the cold, every little boy had a cupboard under the stairs and every girl a locked cellar’. Now, it seems, our interest in ‘mis lit’ is abating, though not, one fears, for lack of new material.
What we hear little about is the family fallout from these public confessions, especially when, as in one or two recent cases, the stories turn out to be untrue or are seriously disputed. It’s a situation like this that Susan Hill explores in her beautiful, clean prose.
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