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Ashton Hall: A Novel Hardcover – June 7, 2022
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“Infused with the brooding, gothic atmosphere of Jane Eyre or Rebecca . . . a novel that must be savored, one page at a time.”—Melanie Benjamin, author of The Children’s Blizzard
ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: The New York Times
“How many lives can you imagine yourself living?”
So Hannah Larson wonders. When a close relative falls ill, Hannah and her young son, Nicky, decide to join him for the summer at Ashton Hall, a historic manor house outside Cambridge, England. Hannah gave up her academic career to raise her beloved child, who is neurodivergent and experiences the world differently from others, and she’s grateful to escape her life in New York City, where her marriage has been upended by a devastating betrayal.
Soon after their arrival, ever-curious Nicky discovers the skeletal remains of a woman in a forgotten, walled-off wing of the manor, and Hannah is pulled into an all-consuming quest for answers. Working from clues in centuries-old ledgers and the personal papers of the long-departed family, Hannah begins to re-create the Ashton Hall of the Elizabethan era in all its color and conflict. As the secrets of her own life begin to unravel, and the rewards and complications of being Nicky’s mother come into focus, Hannah realizes that Ashton Hall’s women before her had lives not so different from her own. She confronts what women throughout history have had to do to control their own destinies and protect their children.
Rich with passion, strength, and ferocity across the ages, Ashton Hall is a novel that reveals how the most profound hauntings are within ourselves.
- Print length416 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBallantine Books
- Publication dateJune 7, 2022
- Dimensions6.4 x 1.32 x 9.54 inches
- ISBN-100593359496
- ISBN-13978-0593359495
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“This book has Daphne-Du-Maurier-meets-Kate Morton-vibes and I was THERE FOR ALL OF IT. The setting, the skeleton, the mystery, the lovable characters ... What an addictive read!”—Julie Clark, New York Times bestselling author of The Lies I Tell and The Last Flight
“Belfer’s writing is gorgeous.”—The Jewish Book Council
“Lauren Belfer’s Ashton Hall is masterful, riveting, and atmospheric historical fiction. It made me want to don a velvet cloak, brew a cup of tea, and settle in to watch Hannah and her ingenious son unravel the fascinating, dark, centuries-old secrets of a manor home.”—Alka Joshi, New York Times bestselling author of The Henna Artist
“In Ashton Hall, Lauren Belfer has treated us to a novel infused with the brooding gothic atmosphere of Jane Eyre or Rebecca. And like those classics, this is at its heart a story about a woman’s journey of self-discovery. How does a wife and mother reclaim her dreams when her world is turned upside down? In her quest to learn the identity of a skeleton entombed in the heart of a British manor house, Hannah Larson tries to piece together the puzzle that has become her own life. This is a novel that must be savored, one page at a time.”—Melanie Benjamin, New York Times bestselling author of The Children’s Blizzard
“Belfer’s latest is a brilliant, immersive story about one woman searching for answers after a terrible discovery from centuries earlier. The captivating threads of the plot—an English manor house with secret rooms and a dark past, a mother struggling with her atypical son—are rounded out by a lively cast of locals who had me laughing out loud.”—Fiona Davis, New York Times bestselling author of The Magnolia Palace
“Belfer explores timeless ideas of family, sacrifice, and female resistance. . . . The labyrinthian portrait she paints of [Ashton Hall] successfully conveys mystery and adventure. . . . For lovers of libraries and Tudor history.”—Library Journal
“A touching story about the themes that resonate through centuries.”—Kirkus Reviews
“Belfer offers a nuanced exploration of the ways women’s lives are constricted. Anglophiles and Tudor history buffs will enjoy this immersive tale.”—Publishers Weekly
“[Belfer’s] exquisitely illuminated story offers the vicarious indulgence of a stay at an English country house combined with an Elizabethan-era mystery and a meditation on women’s age-old struggles between independence and motherhood. . . . Belfer shows how history is a tangibly close presence.”—Booklist
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CHAPTER 1
On a Sunday morning in late June, I waited with my son at the side entrance of a stately home near Cambridge, England. We stood on a stone bridge that spanned what was once a moat, the water drained, a grassy pathway beckoning at the bottom, the moat’s walls overgrown with greenery.
“Seven fifty-four A.M.,” Nicky said, reading from his phone. He was nine years old.
I rotated the lever that controlled the bell. The sound grated within. Metalwork vines covered the cracked wooden door. Above me, the panes of the broad mullioned windows were like multifaceted mirrors, reflecting fragments of gray-bottomed clouds and blue sky.
The house, dating from the early 1600s, was a red-brick extravaganza of turrets, chimneys, and Flemish gables. Cream-colored limestone outlined the windows and doorways. Statues of cows, pigs, and sheep, whimsical barnyard gargoyles, stared down at me from the gutters. Ever since the eleventh century, a home had stood here.
This was my third try with the doorbell. I now had reason to worry that Christopher wasn’t going to answer. He was old, he was ill, he was dead. Fallen to the bottom of the stairs in a heap. Collapsed on the kitchen floor. Peacefully slipping away while asleep in his bed—the option I wished for him, for his sake and my own, because I loved him and didn’t want him to suffer.
“Seven fifty-five A.M.,” Nicky said.
What next?
I turned away from the door. The garden spread before us, sparkling in the morning sun, saturated with color, the rising terraces culminating in a tempietto, a round, open colonnade covered by a dome, at the top of a hillock. At the perimeter of the garden, thickly planted trees created a wash of green dotted by the darker copper beeches. The breeze was a moist caress upon my skin. The air carried a scent of lavender. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows—the line from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream came into my mind. A shower had passed through shortly before, and the paths were damp. The flowering fuchsia along the moat dripped with raindrops, glowing in the sunlight. Off to my left, behind the house and across the rain-drenched lawns, an incandescent mist rose from the ornamental lake.
“Seven fifty-six A.M.”
Christopher had arranged for a car and driver to meet us at Heathrow after our flight from New York, to bring us here, and leave us here.
And here we remained, surrounded by luggage, on a bridge over a moat at the side entrance of a Jacobean mansion, with no one answering the door.
Nicky pressed his head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He was growing so fast. How young and adorable he looked, at this moment of calm.
In front of the house, the estate’s original farm buildings, also red brick with limestone trim and a series of Flemish gables, framed a ceremonial approach to the mansion’s formal entrance. These accommodated a cafe, visitors’ center, and secondhand bookshop. At ten o’clock, they would open to the public, along with the gardens. At noon, the mansion’s historic rooms would open. Was that the aroma of fresh coffee, wafting on the air from the cafe? Of brownies baking? Definitely.
Go find help. I should have been striding to the visitors’ center.
“Seven fifty-seven A.M.”
I couldn’t make myself move, jet lag triumphant.
“A dog is barking.” Nicky disengaged himself from me. He frowned, listening.
Insects buzzed, birds sang, bringing the air to life. I didn’t hear a dog.
Nicky studied the woods near the lake. I studied his hazel eyes, his dark brows, his straight brown hair, cut in a bowl style.
“It’s coming closer. I bet it’s Duncan.” Duncan was Christopher’s dog. “Do you hear him now?”
“I wish I did.”
“What the f*** is wrong with you? Do you need f***ing hearing aids?”
His words stunned me, even though I’d heard such language often enough from him before. No one spoke to Nicky this way—not me, not his father, not his teachers. Yet this was the way he spoke to us. I was worn down from the effort of keeping myself prepared to respond to his outbursts. “Watch your tone! Watch your language.”
“Sorry.”
He sounded contrite. As usual, I couldn’t judge whether he truly was contrite or had said what he needed to say to avoid punishment.
“Look!” he said.
Bounding from the woods near the ornamental lake—Duncan, a cream-colored golden retriever, raced across the lawn.
Christopher emerged from a woodland path, too, bent over his cane, picking his way forward. Beside him, a well-muscled man kept a hand on Christopher’s elbow. With a respect obvious from a distance, his T-shirt and jeans transformed into the most professional of uniforms, the man guided Christopher along the path.
“Duncan, Duncan!” Nicky was gone from my side.
As I walked toward the two men, dread slowed my steps. I didn’t want to see what Christopher’s illness had done to him. He was in his late eighties and suffering from a type of cancer whose details he refused to discuss. The nasties, he called it, in his way of brushing off matters of greatest concern.
“And a fine good morning to you,” Christopher called as I approached. His voice was hoarse. Once, he’d stood straight, his bearing dignified and patrician. Now he was shrunken, his skin blotchy, his eyes hollow. Nonetheless, he was dressed for a better world, or his view of a better world: white flannel trousers, paisley ascot, blue linen jacket, straw boater. Keeping up appearances—the only defense against the nasties, or anything else, as he might say.
I hugged him. His bones were sharp, from his weight loss. His hand trembled as he patted my back. When we separated, he swayed. He clutched his aide’s arm. He made an effort to breathe and to smile. “Allow me to introduce Rafe Connors, my assistant in life’s daily rituals and travails. Rafe, this is Hannah Larson, my honorary niece.”
“Good morning,” Rafe said. We shook hands. He looked about thirty-five, his short-clipped hair receding. Tattooed images of angel wings encircled his arms. “Mr. Eckersley has spoken of you.”
Rafe’s brogue sounded Scottish, and his voice was surprisingly gentle for his tough-guy physique. I wanted to clutch Rafe’s arm, too, to help me negotiate the gap between the Christopher I remembered and the man I faced today.
“I trust your journey has done you no lingering harm,” Christopher said. “How marvelous to welcome you”—he gestured in the direction of the house—“to this, my humble abode.”
Product details
- Publisher : Ballantine Books (June 7, 2022)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 416 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0593359496
- ISBN-13 : 978-0593359495
- Item Weight : 1.37 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.4 x 1.32 x 9.54 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #554,872 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #3,461 in Mothers & Children Fiction
- #6,739 in Historical Mystery
- #28,922 in Literary Fiction (Books)
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About the author
Lauren Belfer’s most recent novel, ASHTON HALL, will be published in paperback on May 2, 2023. ASHTON HALL was recommended by the New York Times Book Review, and Booklist called it "exquisitely illuminated."
Lauren's debut novel, CITY OF LIGHT, was a New York Times bestseller as well as a New York Times Notable Book. CITY OF LIGHT was also a bestseller in Great Britain, and it has been translated into six languages. Her second novel, A FIERCE RADIANCE, was named a Washington Post Best Novel, an NPR Best Mystery, and a New York Times Editors’ Choice. In a four-star review, USA Today said that Belfer's third novel, AND AFTER THE FIRE, “swells with life’s great themes — love and death, family and faith — and the insistent, dark music of loss.” AND AFTER THE FIRE received the inaugural Book Club Award of the National Jewish Book Awards.
Lauren grew up in Buffalo, New York, and she decided to become a writer when she was six years old. By the time she was in high school, her literary work was receiving rejection letters from all the best publications. After graduating from college, she worked as a file clerk at an art gallery, a paralegal at a law firm, an assistant photo editor at a newspaper, a fact checker at magazines, and as a researcher and associate producer on documentary films. Her first published short story was rejected forty-two times before it found an editor who loved it. Her second published story was rejected only twenty-seven times. She has an M.F.A. from Columbia University, and she lives in New York City. To learn more about Lauren and her work, visit her website: www.LaurenBelfer.com
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A lucid, enjoyable style that’s deceptively simple, as it conceals hidden depths.
A sly wit that creeps up on you.
Ms. Belfer’s talent of suggesting in toto the inner world of a character with a few deft strokes.
A knack for perching exquisitely — hauntingly — on the line between literary and genre fiction.
For lovers of fiction, not to read it would be a mistake!
Hannah & Nicky; Christopher, his wife and their friends; his relationship with Hannah; Kevin & Tim; Matthew and Hannah..... yikes my head spins. I feel that there were too many characters & only surface development of each.
I love historical fiction. This just wasn't my favorite novel.
At its simplest, it is a mesmerizing mystery. An American mother and her young son go to England to help an ailing relative who lives in a Tudor house of considerable grandeur, redolent of the past. In exploring this stately home, the son stumbles upon a mystery which he and his mother feel compelled to solve.
The mother discovers moving parallels between her own 21st century life and that of the 17th century woman at the heart of the mystery. The complex characters are drawn with psychological acuity, and the author’s gifts as an historian and as a bibliographer greatly enrich the story.
The novel is enormously rich - and unputdownable.
That said, the story was good, and watching Hannah get out of her own life, into a new one and grow in understanding of what her needs are and navigate mothering a challenging son, is satisfying. While not what I expected, it is a very enjoyable read, and I would recommend it.