Your writer, in conjuring this tale of murder, adultery, incest, ghosts, redemption & remorse, takes you first to a daffodil-filled garden in Highgate, North London, where, just outside the kitchen window, something startling shimmers on the very edges of perception. Fluttering & chattering, these are our kehua
- a whole multiplying flock of Maori spirits (all will be explained) goaded into wakefulness by the conversation within. Scarlet
- a long-legged, skinny young woman of the new world order
- has announced to Beverley
- her aged grandmother
- that she intends to leave home & husband for the glamorous actor, Jackson Wright
- he of the vampire films. Beverley may be well on her way to her ninth decade, but she`s not beyond using this intelligence to stir up a little trouble. & neither are the kehua outside the window. The sins & traumas of the past haunt us all. Call them hungry ghosts, grateful dead, dybbuks, kelpies, poltergeists, furies or kehua, we carry them with us
- across continents, oceans, decades & generations. Quite how they became attached to a three-year-old white girl is the origin of your writer`s tale. Suffice to say that murder is at the root of it all, that Beverley & her female bloodline carry a weighty spiritual burden & that this is the story of how they learn to live with their ghosts, or maybe how their ghosts learn to live with them -