This is a ghost story, but the ghosts are not dead, they are only "playing at being dead".
In Ireland, in the summer of 1921, Anglo-Irish families are caught in the war between the IRA and the British Army and many of their big houses are being put on fire. Captain Gault and his wife Heloise decide to leave Ireland much to the distress of their eight-year-old daughter Lucy. She decides on a plan to force them to stay but her actions have disastrous, unforeseeable consequences.
The plot is so poignant I could hardly bear to read on but I had to find out what happens next.
William Trevor's writing is beautiful and subtle. There isn't a word out of place. The pace of the story is calm and mesmerising, almost dreamlike, but the desire to discover Lucy's fate will keep you reading into the night.
I agreed with every complimentary word of the blurbs on the cover.
This is a sublime novel, much better than Life of Pi which beat it for the Man Booker prize 2002. But life isn't fair as The Story of Lucy Gault epitomizes.