Lisa JewellPsychological Thriller · Fiction·b. 1968
The Family Upstairs
Synopsis
Libby Jones turns twenty-five and inherits a derelict mansion on Cheyne Walk in Chelsea from parents she never knew existed. The inheritance comes with a police file: three adults found dead inside in what investigators ruled a suicide pact, a ten-month-old baby left alive and well in her crib, and two older children who disappeared and were never found.
The novel moves between Libby and Lucy in the present, tracing what each of them is willing to risk to learn the truth, and Henry's account of his childhood in that same house in the late 1980s, as an outsider named David gradually installs himself in the family home and reshapes the household around him.
It is a story about domestic control taking hold in plain sight, told across two timelines that meet at the same address.
How it reads
Prose complexity 7/10
Content warnings (5)
AbuseTraumaViolenceDeath Of A ParentSexual Assault
- This wasn't the thriller/mystery combo that the synopsis led me to believe. It was more about the drama that ensued in the lives of the characters after a 'certain' eventful night. I don't have a problem with that. I like being deceived, at least when I am reading. The problem arises when you claim to bring the ruckus but fall short, because that's not very Wu-Tang of you. The pivotal POV gets narrated by the 15 year old horny, gay teenager who spends more time talking about another guy than focusing on the harrowing ordeal that was unfolding within those walls. He ends up being the MVP in the end, yes, but the way to that point is filled with the essays about long lashes, luscious hair, fuller lips and mystical eyes of the guy he had a crush on. A 41 year old man impregnated a 14 year old girl, can we talk about that please? It was like the author was just too afraid to go there. The writing felt equivalent to sleeping with a night bulb on while claiming to love the dark. The cursory descriptions of debauchery & crime feel like a cop out at best, which ends up spoiling the overall fun for me. The motivations of the character who plunged our main characters' life into the dark depths of hell were never even explored. In an attempt to somewhat imitate Darren Aronofsky's Mother, the author fails to fully capture the unease that every frame of that movie effortlessly emanates. 3.7/5🌟🌟🌟
- 2.5 ⭐️ This was a litteral chore to get through. 200 pages in and i was still not into it because of how slow the pacing was. I wasn't a fan of the three POVs, only Henry's parts were interesting enough to me. Libby is wayy underdevelopped as a character, and she still has no personality even after i got to the end of the book. (There are some attempts to make her more interesting with the mention of her absent mother and her childhood but they fall flat). And God Lucy's parts were SO boring i could die, the book is better off without those boring bits in France. The ending was nice but by the time i got there i was not interested and was only trying to finish the book, which is sad because i really wanted to like it! I don't know if i'll be reading The Family Remains.


