You might have thought that enough has been written about the 1892 murder of Andrew and Abby Borden, brutally axed in their home in Falls River, Massachusetts, and the trial of Mr Borden’s youngest daughter Lizzie. Sarah Schmidt’s visceral first novel is now added to the pile and adds another dimension to the unsolved case but, like all the rest, she can only conjecture more than 100 years after Lizzie was acquitted of murder who really did commit it. But she does that very well.
The pleasure is in the picture Schmidt creates of the stifling, unhealthy Borden household. Emma and her younger sister Lizzie Borden are in their early thirties living with their overbearing and harsh father Andrew (Emma calls him a ‘vile man’), their much unloved step-mother Abby, and the homesick Irish maid Bridget. They share this ‘home’ seething with ill feeling, resentment, anger, casual cruelty, frustrations and jealousy, as well as foul stenches (you need a strong stomach for many of them) and poisonous sulphurous atmosphere (both literal and metaphorical) trapped in the fetid heat. The relationship between Lizzie and Emma is bound by inter-dependence, fierce love, mutual loathing and distrust and is powerfully portrayed leaving us with the strong suspicion that Lizzie could indeed have been the murderer. But nothing is that simple…
Apart from Lizzie and Emma, there were other severely disgruntled members of the larger family – an uncle, Mr Borden’s abandoned illegitimate son – with their jealous eyes on the Borden property, and Schmidt makes their testimony part of this chilling re-telling. Bridget the Irish house servant has a narrative voice of her own and she is a fully rounded and sympathetic character caught in this super-dysfunctional family desperate to escape back to her own family in Ireland.
Mostly Schmidt keeps to the ‘facts’ of the case – Mr Borden slaughtering the pigeons which Lizzie loved; the process of the Trial; a hint of lesbianism in Lizzie, and so on. When she adds fiction she goes – for me – totally wrong. Emma is supposed to be marrying Samuel and the pre-marital sex between the two of them is completely incredible for the early 1890s both as fact and in virgin Emma’s sexual technique. There are many such anachronisms which irritated me: no-one had duvets in the early 1890s, nor did they constantly use the phrase ‘any time soon’!
Next time, it would be interesting to see how well Schmidt can write without the scaffolding of real-life events which have been written about so much before. The three narrators do an excellent job in creating the very different complex personalities.