"A twenty-first-century Highsmith, Virginia Feito conjures the unforgettable Mrs. March, an Upper East Side housewife whose life is shattered by her husband's latest novel. In this astonishing debut, the venerable but gossipy New York literary scene is twisted into a claustrophobic fun house of paranoia, horror, and wickedly dark humor. George March's latest novel is a smash. No one is prouder than Mrs. March, his doting wife. But one morning, the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that his protagonist is based on Mrs. March herself: "?'But... -isn't she...' Mrs. March leaned in and in almost a whisper said, 'a whore?'?" Clutching her ostrich-leather pocketbook, she flees, that one casual remark destroying her belief that she knew everything about her husband-as well as herself. Suddenly, Mrs. March is hurled into a harrowing journey that builds to near psychosis, one that begins merely within the pages of a book but may uncover both a killer and the long-buried secrets of

"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. Mar

Virginia Feito, una Highsmith del siglo XXI, evoca a la inolvidable Sra. March, un ama de casa del Upper East Side cuya vida se ve destrozada por la última novela de su marido. En este asombroso debut, la venerable pero chismosa escena literaria de Nueva York se tuerce en una casa de diversión claustrofóbica de paranoia, horror y humor perversamente oscuro. La última novela de George March es un éxito. Nadie está más orgulloso que la señora March, su cariñosa esposa. Pero una mañana, el tendero de su pastelería favorita sugiere que su protagonista está basada en la propia Sra. March: "'Pero... -no es ella...' La Sra. March se inclinó y casi en un susurro dijo: ' ¿una puta?'" Agarrando su cartera de cuero de avestruz, ella huye, ese comentario casual destruye su creencia de que sabía todo sobre su esposo, así como sobre sí misma. De repente, la Sra. March se ve envuelta en un viaje desgarrador que se acerca a la psicosis, uno que comienza meramente dentro de las páginas de un libro, per