Kehua are Maori spirits, whose role is to shepherd unsettled souls back into the family fold, so that they can rest in peace. But how did they get to Highgate in London? And does it matter if the kehua occasionally get their instructions to `run' mixed up with a command to `kill'...? Beverley has lived in London for the whole of her adult life but the demons of her past seem destined to be visited upon her daughter, granddaughters, great-granddaughter until the kehua are able to set things straight...
Weldon is up-front in her use of the kehua as a metaphor for inherited family behaviours - but then, there are very few authorial devices we are not privy to in this novel, where the novelist and her own ghosts take up almost as much space as Beverley's story. Once it got momentum going (and with fewer authorial interruptions) the McLean family saga definitely had points of interest and humour - but this was not until at least halfway through the book, by which time you may well have given up. Even so, the family as a whole was not as interesting as one might have been forgiven for hoping, given the build-up...
"Some novels...charge along like a flood; others spread sideways and lie calmly over neighbouring fields. This is one of the latter." A quote from fairly early on in the novel, so I can't say that I wasn't forewarned. Still, I had hoped for either a more gripping narrative (rather than one where gaps are filled in with determinedly `shocking' or `quirky' acts of god and human nature) or at least a more satisfying conclusion. There was no danger of empathy for any of the characters, except possibly to an extent Beverley herself, which made for a vaguely entertaining but slow and very superficial read, despite all the circulating spirits. Disappointing.