Graeme Hanson
The House of Unfinished Mourning
Cornwall, 1893. Arthur Bellamy earns his living finding respectable things to say about the dead. A commission at an isolated coastal house promises a welcome fee: put the Ashcombe family’s memorial book in order before their annual remembrance. It should be quieter work than a newspaper office.
Then a dead boy joins the dinner table.
The household treats its apparitions with impeccable manners. Its housekeeper has little patience for inconvenient questions. And Lydia Ashcombe, a widow whose son still walks the corridors, knows more about the family’s arrangements than she is willing to admit.
As Arthur uncovers the lives concealed beneath the polished tributes, he discovers that remembering someone incorrectly can do far more than damage their reputation. Something in Morrowglass depends on the stories the living agree to tell. It has no intention of letting them stop.
When the house offers Arthur the one reunion he has never ceased wanting, telling the truth becomes the most dangerous part of his profession.
A gothic ghost story of grief, dark wit and the terrible comforts of a beautiful lie, The House of Unfinished Mourning asks what we owe the people we have lost—and what we must finally let them take with them.


