The Body Lies: A novel by Jo Baker
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
The Body Lies : A dark, thrilling new novel from the best-selling author of Longbourn: a work of riveting psychological suspense that grapples with how to live as a woman in the world—or in the pages of a book—when the stakes are dangerously high.
When a young writer accepts a job at a university in the remote English countryside, it’s meant to be a fresh start, away from the bustle of London and the scene of a violent assault she is desperate to forget. But despite the distractions of her new life and the demands of single motherhood, her nerves continue to jangle. To make matters worse, during class a vicious debate about violence against women inflames the tensions and mounting rivalries in her creative writing group. When a troubled student starts turning in chapters that blur the lines between fiction and reality, the professor recognizes herself as the main character in his book—and he has written her a horrific fate. Will she be able to stop life imitating art before it’s too late? At once a breathless cat-and-mouse game and a layered interrogation of the fetishization of the female body,
The Body Lies gives us an essential story for our time that will have you checking the locks on your doors.
“Two minutes on Google.”
“You know what,” he said. And then he didn’t say anything else. He clattered around with mugs, stared into a cupboard. I could feel it coming—the impasse was now shifting.
“Can we leave it a bit?”
“You job hunting for me.” He lifted down the tea-tin, rubbed at his nose, didn’t look at me. My phone screen dimmed and went black. Goodbye three bedrooms, goodbye tree house.
“You thought I wouldn’t get the job.”
“No,” he said. “You’re brilliant, of course you got it.”
“So what then?”
“It’s just—it’s bad timing.”
“In what way?”
“Wrong time of year.” He looked at me now. “They don’t much advertise teaching jobs in the autumn.”
“Well then, you take care of Sammy till something good turns up. It can be your turn.”
He acknowledged this with a tilt of his head, but: “If I left now, I’d be letting work down.”
“They’ll reappoint; there are other teachers out there.”
“Yeah, but there’s my A-level group; I can’t abandon them now. Half of them wouldn’t still be in school if it weren’t for me.”
I understood, and I agreed. I’d always loved that sense of commitment in him, and you can’t love something about someone when it’s convenient, and then just dismiss it out of hand when it isn’t.”