The best novels about houses

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Lampedusa could make a dish of macaroni cheese voluptuous and a basket full of peaches revolutionary. This author had a wonderful appreciation of the pleasures of the senses, and a great gift for making sensuality politically significant. 

In 1860 the palace of Donnafugata, the summer retreat of a fictional family of Sicilian aristocrats, is remote from the cities where Garibaldi and his followers are precipitating a nationalist revolution, but the chill of impending change is in the air, along with an anticipatory nostalgia for the decadent beauty that is passing away. 

Politically radical Prince Tancredi and his bourgeois sweetheart devote long, languid summer afternoons to exploring the palace’s empty wing. Seldom can descriptions of crumbling plaster, cobwebbed chandeliers, and dusty floorboards have been so charged with erotic glamour, ideological ambiguity, and a melancholy acknowledgment that all things must pass.

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Clumsy peasant schoolboy, Meaulnes, and his friend – the narrator of this haunting story – get lost, and happen upon a great house, deep in the woods, where a phantasmagorical fancy dress party is underway. Everything at ‘the lost domain’ is topsy-turvy. Children are in charge. The passage of time is suspended. Social inequality has been erased.   The time the boys spend there is dream-like, disconcerting, life-spoiling because nothing can ever be so strange and marvelous again.  

Later, after much searching, Meaulnes make his way back, but the domain is like youth itself. If you return, it will be to find everything drabber than you remembered,  and the people you adored merely human. 

This book is even greater than its reputation.  Generally thought of as one of the last works of romanticism, a celebration of illusion, it is actually clear-eyed, tough-minded, bracingly truthful about the inevitably of disillusion. Alain-Fournier was killed in action in the first weeks of World War I at the age of twenty-seven. No going back for him.

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Set in Czechoslovakia in the 1930s, this story of a newly-married couple overseeing the construction of their dream home is as clean-cut, luminous and full of hints of fragility as the building itself – a modernist cube of glass. The husband is rich, the wife excited by her new role as patron.  Their architect -  a sharply observed portrayal of a tetchy artist who will insist on sticking to his vision regardless of his clients’ doubts – wants to make them a masterpiece, and he does.  But the husband is Jewish.  We are in the 1930s.  Glass walls are not going to keep them safe. 

In lucid, elegant prose Mawer conjures up central European culture in those edgy, febrile years when artistic and intellectual energy were so vital, and politics were so deadly.

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Not just one house, this time, but houses - a whole village in fact.  Adam Thorpe’s dazzlingly inventive novel is the story of a rural community over three and half centuries, narrated by a chorus of different voices.  Human dramas proliferate: love affairs, murders, executions, violent uprisings. But as people come and go, things stay put, outlasting them. An adulterous eighteenth-century lady is confined to her shuttered bed-chamber, forbidden to go down the creaky old stairs. Fifty years later a garrulous carpenter, reminiscing in the pub, describes the cutting of the wooden scroll that finished the banister of the new staircase he and his mates have built in the Hall, once that lady’s home. Two generations later a consumptive young lawyer, taking down the testimony of dozens of Luddite machine-breakers, visits the Hall, notices the stairs, judges them dark and old-fashioned. Time passes again and a 20th-century television cameraman leans against a gate, made by that same carpenter. We even know from which tree it was cut.   

Thorpe’s novel is formally adventurous but thematically stay-at-home, a boldly new-fangled way of honouring permanent, ancient things – wood, weather, the material world on which humans depend.

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One of the best-loved of all novels is – among many other things – a book about houses.  

When Jane’s cruel aunt wants to punish the child she locks her in a room. There’s nothing particularly dreadful in there – it’s the room itself that is terrifying. When Jane is sent to Lowood School it’s the building’s situation, in a pestilential marshy valley, that is killing the girls. When she takes a job as governess to Mr. Rochester’s ward, the peculiar layout of Thornfield Hall should have immediately alerted her to the psychodrama of which she is becoming part. A pleasantly normal ‘gentleman’s residence’ downstairs, crowned with gothic battlements at the level where the imprisoned mad woman lurks, it is a house of secrets and hidden spaces. Whenever Mr. Rochester, wooing Jane out in the garden, looks up at its looming bulk, his face darkens.  

Reader, she marries him, but the semi-happy ending is shadowed by the setting for the couple’s reunion.  We are told that Ferndean, where they will be living ever after, is death to anyone who settles there.  Charlotte Bronte’s novel is housed within appropriated gothic traditions – architectural ones among them – but is so emotionally forthright and intelligent it still feels new-minted.

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