![]() That is, until Karel, one of her only companions, comes to her with the story of Melmoth the Witness, a dark legend he learned about after receiving a mysterious letter from a dead man. Helen Franklin - described as "forty-two, neither short nor tall, her hair neither dark for fair on her feet, boots which serve from November to March, and her mother's steel watch on her wrist" - is an Englishwoman living a quiet, mostly solitary life as a translator in Prague. A chilling but surprisingly hopeful story about loneliness, despair, guilt, and consequence, Melmoth forces you to look at yourself and the people around you and ask a difficult question: How have your actions and, perhaps more importantly, your inaction helped keep the wheel of injustice turning? That is the kind of watcher at the center - or rather, lingering in every dark corner - of Sarah Perry’s new novel, Melmoth. What if, in those moments of weakness, there was someone standing on the road with you, watching? Not a guardian angel to guide you, or a fatherly Santa Claus character to judge you, but a dark robed figure with bare and bloody feet, there only to witness your sins. ![]() ![]() ![]() You, like me, have probably had moments where, standing at the crossroads of a difficult decision, you made the wrong turn and picked the easier path, despite its consequences. ![]()
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