On the surface, Mrs. March, the protagonist in Victoria Feito’s novel “Mrs. March” seems as if she’s got it all. A posh existence on the Upper East Side. Hot-and-cold running cook and maid service. A husband who’s a best-selling novelist.
So why are friends telling her that she bears an uncanny resemblance to the prostitute in George’s latest book? And why does Mrs.
Marsh think he is responsible for the murder of an attractive young woman 700 miles away?
Thus begins a mystery/slash/horror story that borders on the Kafkaesque. Could her suspicions be a figment of her overactive imagination? Or is her paranoia justified?
Suffice to say that “MM” is so intriguing that Elisabeth Moss has already signed on to play the title character in the movie version.
It’s Shirley Jackson time, people. Don’t be late.
Yes, sounds quite interesting. Thanks.