It's 1910, and children's author Corley Roper is becoming estranged from his wife after the death of their daughter. He meets an enigmatic woman in a churchyard, and discovers that she too is mourning a child. She seems a lost soul, and the fact that she never knew her parents sends Roper on a convoluted journey in search of them. Very little is made of Roper's motivation in taking on this selfless and demanding challenge, and initially my bewilderment in this respect niggled at my enjoyment of the story. But then the astuteness of an American admirer of Roper's provides a lucid and convincing explanation, elevating this well-written and absorbing novel into one of great emotional depth and power.
If I had to find fault, it would be that the author sometimes overdoes his characters' physical reactions to emotion: nervous exhaustion, hairs standing up on neck or forearms, and lots of blushing (even a new blush starting before the last one could have faded). But this aside, James Wilson is technically a superb writer, with a gift for bringing to life the era he is describing. An excellent ear for dialogue, too, and all of his characters - even the minor ones - are engaging. Clever title, too.
There is a supernatural element to the story, which could have ruined it for me, but the way it manifests itself is original and oddly persuasive: it came to make complete sense, once my understanding of the rationale grew. What this book has to say about loss, and feeling lost, can hardly fail to move you, and the conclusion of the story is magnificent, not least because just two little words, right at the very end, tell you (indirectly) something that will warm your heart. A lovely novel, highly readable, and very, very touching.