‘Left alone, I became aware of a breeze lifting my collar. I pulled the packet of Nigella seeds out of my pocket and shook them over the freshly turned soil. Some had become trapped inside the paper seam but I scraped them out and threw them into the air. But as I watched the black dots drop down the wind arrived, dragged them back up and threw them up, up, over the high wall. I looked down at the picture on the packet. Pale blue petals, leaves like sewing needles. Love- in-the mist.’
My second novel, The Insistent Garden, will be published by NeWest Press on 1st September 2013.
The book launch will be held at 7pm on Thursday 12th September at McNally Robinson. Everyone is welcome.
Edith Stoker’s father is building a wall in their backyard. A very, very high wall—a brick bulwark in his obsessive war against their hated neighbour Edward Black. It is 1969, and far away, preparations are being made for man to walk upon the moon. Meanwhile, in the Stokers’ shabby home in the East Midlands, Edith remains a virtual prisoner, with occasional visits from her grotesque and demanding Aunt Vivian serving as the only break in the routine. But when shy, sheltered Edith begins to quietly cultivate a garden in the shadow of her father’s wall, she sets in motion events that might gain her independence… and bring her face to face with the mysterious Edward Black.
Two extraordinary English gardens provided inspiration for the book:
Rousham is an eighteenth century landscape garden in Oxfordshire, and Snowshill Manor, an Arts and Crafts garden in Gloucestershire , designed early in the twentienth century.
Rousham is a place to go to and imagine it is yours.
Built in 1738, it embodies the poetic and philosophical ideas of its age. As Joseph Addison so eloquently said at the time, it is ‘a whole estate thrown into a kind of garden.’
The designer William Kent, playing with perspective by ‘delusional comparison,’ placed an eye-catcher in a distant farmer’s field. This faux arch was intended to ‘catch the eye’ and so extend the perceived boundaries of the space. A small garden became large.
In The Insistent Garden, Edith Stoker’s world was but a small garden, restricted by circumstance and the force of oppressive personalities, yet perhaps there was something on her horizon– waiting to catch her eye.