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A Perfect Explanation by Eleanor Anstruther

A Perfect Explanation

Eleanor Anstruther

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Imprint: Salt Publishing
Publisher: Salt Publishing
Publication date: 15 Mar 2019
ISBN: 9781784631642

A Perfect Explanation gets to the heart of what it is to be bound by gender, heritage and tradition. In a world of privilege, truth remains the same; there are no heroes and villains. Here, in the pages of this extraordinary book where the unspoken is conveyed with vivid simplicity, lies a story that will leave you reeling.

4 stars out of 5
Kate Saunders
19 Apr 2019

"Anstruther’s writing is elegant and intelligent, and the closest possible thing to a perfect explanation"

A novelist always wants to know why people do things. Eleanor Anstruther’s forebears did some very strange things, and this haunting novel is her attempt to explain the apparently inexplicable. “I’d known this story in potted facts since I was a child,” she writes in her epilogue. “My father was sold to his aunt for £500.”... Her father’s mother, Enid, is the mystery at the heart of the story. Why was she such a dreadful mother? What combination of circumstances made her act as she did? She was evidently as mad as a ferret, but was she born mad, or driven to it by the expectations of her family?... Eleanor Anstruther never met this troubled woman, but she recreates her with empathy and compassion in this novel, which has been longlisted for the Desmond Elliott prize for debut fiction. Anstruther’s writing is elegant and intelligent, and the closest possible thing to a perfect explanation.

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4 stars out of 5
Johanna Thomas-Corr
7 Apr 2019

"A fictionalised family history captures the brutality of aristocratic tradition"

Anstruther sees past all the elegant 1920s manners to capture the primitive brutality of aristocratic tradition. There are certainly parallels with Edward St Aubyn and Gerard Woodward, who have fictionalised the history of their own troubled families, only with more savage glee. I wonder if the novel might have felt less cramped and episodic if Anstruther hadn’t shown such fidelity to real people and events. Like many exercises in family history, it ends up feeling precious and inward-looking. This isn’t helped by her antique prose style, which draws attention to itself but doesn’t always illuminate her meaning. Describing Enid’s father’s final days, she writes: “She’d witnessed her father’s gradual waltz.” Waltz towards what? Death?