A short story - effective, darkly emotive, but not as rich in plot, and perhaps not as empathetic as a result, as some of the author's other novels. The Italian Girl is the story of immense self-destruction within an extremely dysfunctional family. There seems to be a rot at the very core of this divided family, probably in the form of the recently deceased matriarch, Lydia, who exercises control over her household even from beyond the grave. - This last in an emotional rather than haunting sense.
Lydia lived all her life in the isolated family home, with one of her sons, Otto, and his own family staying within the family fold. Otto has problems of his own - marital discord, addiction, temptation, anger - and focuses his problems very much in an internal way, blocking out the outside world in many ways, and remaining ignorant about what his wife and teenage daughter might be getting up to. It takes the arrival of second son, Edmund, at Lydia's funeral to stir up some realisation of what's going on within the family home. Edmund narrates this difficult return to his childhood home and the shocking events that come to light as a result of trying to help his niece come to terms with a devastating situation. Through it all, a silent witness to this domestic discord, grief and temptation is the 'Italian girl', housekeeper and previous companion to the deceased Lydia, she has been privy to everthing that has occurred within her earshot within the house, and yet largely ignored by the members of the family.
This is an interesting novel which explores some of the darkest aspects of human nature and relationships with ease and expertise. It's not a page-turner, or a novel steeped in plot, yet it makes compulsive, if slightly detached, reading for the insights and laying bare of some of the most secret parts of a human soul. **** 4 stars.