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“The Stepdaughter is the perfect book for people who find Joan Didion too even-keeled, Renata Adler too fair-minded . . . In its own way, it’s a perfect novel . . . Blackwood’s best book . . . It deserves to be a cheeky summer hit.” —Gideon Leek, Los Angeles Review of Books A wicked stepmother finds her ideal prey in Carlone Blackwood's “quite brilliant” (The Times) debut. A lavish Upper West Side apartment is the site of a familial cold war about to enter a phase of dangerous escalation. J is a lonely woman without even the luxury of being alone. Her husband has fled to Paris with his latest flame, but he’s left J not only with their own four-year-old daughter, Sally Ann, but with the sulky cake-mix addicted, thirteen-year-old Renata, a leftover from his previous marriage. The presence of a pert au pair, Monique, serves only to make J feel more isolated and self-conscious. What she’d like is someone to blame. Writing letters in her head to imaginary friends, J delights in dwelling on the hapless Renata, who “invites a kind of cruelty.” This is an invitation J fully intends to take up—and like so many stepmothers before her, she will find that wickedness, once indulged, is a difficult habit to kick. A mordant black splinter of a book, Caroline Blackwood’s first novel stands as proof positive of her eternal mastery—and mockery—of the darkest depths of human feeling.
Caroline Blackwood(1931–1996) was born into an aristocratic Anglo-Irish family and was famous for much of her life largely on account of her flamboyantly bohemian existence, not to mention her tumultuous marriages to the painter Lucian Freud, the pianist and composer Israel Citkowitz, and the poet Robert Lowell. Taking up writing in middle age, she soon demonstrated that hers was a mind as brilliant and ruthless as any of the men for whom she’d served as "muse," producing reportage, fiction, biography, and even a cookbook.
