This is a fictionalised account of the murder of Dr Burdell, a dentist, who was brutally murdered in his own home in New York in 1857 and the subsequent trial in which his housekeeper/mistress was the defendant--and acquitted.
Horan has created a plausible solution from the available facts. But this novel is far, far more than a historical whodunit. Anyone who knows New York as it is now cannot fail to be captivated by the city as it was then and Horan is brilliant at conjuring both its squalor and its delights; the foetid docks, the heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter, the poverty, the dope-dens as well as its high-class restaurants, the blossoming apple trees, the busy streets, the bird-filled creeks and marshes of the shoreline where Indians once collected shells and revered the memory of their ancestors. New York is a city on the verge of greatness, although it is riddled with corruption and tainted by the slave-trade which is still booming in the South and supported and encouraged in some quarters of the city. This is America on the brink of Civil War and nothing will be the same again.
But it is in the portrayal of Emma Cunningham that this novel triumphs for me. Horan invents her as a woman, both naive and calculating, whose personal ambitions and those for her daughters collide with municipal corruption, politics and greed. When she loses her grip on reality through drugs, we are never certain whether to condemn or pity her.
I look forward to more fiction of this calibre from Ellen Horan. Highly recommended.