The Loft by Marlen Haushofer
An Austrian housewife sits in her loft intent on her drawings of birds and insects. Then one day a disturbing package arrives in the post... The narrator of this story spends her free time in her loft.
It is a retreat where she can draw undisturbed. It is also a retreat from her dull and dissatisfied husband, a man who sighs unhappily even when she sneezes. Their grown-up children are living independent lives and the house is very quiet.
Her dreams are filled with domestic drudgery. The arrival of the parcel threatens her quiet equilibrium. It contains extracts from the narrator's diary, written twenty years before.
They date back to a time when she was sent away by her husband to a remote cottage in a bid to 'cure' her from unexplained sudden deafness. More mysterious packages arrive. Who is sending them? And what did happened all those years ago in the forest?
An Austrian housewife sits in her loft intent on her drawings of birds and insects. Then one day a disturbing package arrives in the post... The narrator of this story spends her free time in her loft.
It is a retreat where she can draw undisturbed. It is also a retreat from her dull and dissatisfied husband, a man who sighs unhappily even when she sneezes. Their grown-up children are living independent lives and the house is very quiet.
Her dreams are filled with domestic drudgery. The arrival of the parcel threatens her quiet equilibrium. It contains extracts from the narrator's diary, written twenty years before.
They date back to a time when she was sent away by her husband to a remote cottage in a bid to 'cure' her from unexplained sudden deafness. More mysterious packages arrive. Who is sending them? And what did happened all those years ago in the forest?
An Austrian housewife sits in her loft intent on her drawings of birds and insects. Then one day a disturbing package arrives in the post... The narrator of this story spends her free time in her loft.
It is a retreat where she can draw undisturbed. It is also a retreat from her dull and dissatisfied husband, a man who sighs unhappily even when she sneezes. Their grown-up children are living independent lives and the house is very quiet.
Her dreams are filled with domestic drudgery. The arrival of the parcel threatens her quiet equilibrium. It contains extracts from the narrator's diary, written twenty years before.
They date back to a time when she was sent away by her husband to a remote cottage in a bid to 'cure' her from unexplained sudden deafness. More mysterious packages arrive. Who is sending them? And what did happened all those years ago in the forest?
