From the Publisher
There is a lot of pain in Lord Jim at Home. And a lot of humor . . . If it weren’t such a pleasure to read, I’d say that Lord Jim at Home—read by a novelist, like me—was an instrument of torture. It’s that good . . . It is an accurate portrayal of how fucked-up people behave, artfully conveyed in a way that nice people are too polite to admit they understand. I’m grateful it’s back in print.”
—Ottessa Moshfegh, from the Foreword
“[A] brilliant forgotten novelist . . . [a] superb book . . . a ferocious comedy of middle-class dysfunction, [it] was published to controversy in 1973 . . . Rich in grotesquerie, including several comically repulsive sex scenes, it has the unhinged realism of a fairground mirror . . . Lord Jim at Home is a masterpiece.” —Claire Allfree, The Telegraph
“Startling . . . [A] classic that has lain dormant for fifty years. Ahead of its time, and now looking timeless, it has resurfaced with éclat. It is short and shocking. . . [An] alarming, accomplished tale . . . This tragic story may not arouse much pity, but it certainly knows how to arouse fear.” —Margaret Drabble, Times Literary Supplement
“This gripping tale of power, cruelty and all the consequences—the title’s reference to Joseph Conrad’s novel hints at the themes—was first published in 1973, and it seems extraordinary that it has been largely forgotten until now . . . This novel [is] full of horrors but energetic, funny and tense as a spring . . . Lord Jim at Home, inspired by a real story but full of the kind of truth only fiction can deliver, plants its devilish brilliance deep in the reader and won’t let go.” —John Self, The Guardian
“How bracing to read something as odd, nasty, unpredictable, funny and just downright different as Lord Jim at Home . . . The prose is cut glass, icily distancing us from Giles and everyone he meets until, gradually, it becomes clear that the novel is in fact a horror story of Patrick Melrose proportions . . . Finding out that the glittering sentences are all based on a true story makes it simultaneously better and worse. This book is a perfect martini with a razor blade at the bottom of the glass.” —Jayne Taylor, The Times
“Dinah Brooke’s Lord Jim at Home . . . dwells unflinchingly, sometimes gleefully, on the way that scandal washes over a community, and the sorrow and schadenfreude that follow in its wake . . . We’re in the vicinity of Philip Larkin and Pink Floyd—how can you have any pudding, etc.—and Brooke has as cool a hand as the former . . . Brooke has a limpid, assured style: cruel, yes, but not detached or apathetic . . . It’s frigid fun.” —Dan Piepenbring, Harper’s Magazine
“An unmissable rediscovery from 1973, Lord Jim at Home by Dinah Brooke, turns a cold eye on the family dysfunction of the English upper class. Through scalpel-sharp prose and bitter comedy it lays bare the darkest human impulses.” —Justine Jordan, The Guardian, Best Books of 2023
“Originally published in 1973, this scalding satire of upper-middle-class British life draws inspiration from Joseph Conrad’s Lord Jim.” —Matt Seidel, Publishers Weekly, 20 Indie Books to Read This Fall
“A reissued novel from 1973, and the world might finally be more ready for it. Giles Trenchard is the protagonist and—like Edward St Aubyn’s Patrick Melrose—is born into privilege and an atmosphere of hidden violence. After boarding school and the Navy, he finds himself adrift like the hero of Conrad’s Lord Jim, and commits a shocking act. Emphatically not for the faint-hearted.” —Alex Peake-Tomkinson, The Evening Standard
“You can see why Ottessa Moshfegh is a fan of Dinah Brooke’s pitch-black 1973 novel Lord Jim at Home. A nihilistic satire on upper-class Englishness and emotional violence, it’s shocking and brilliant.” —The Guardian, 2023’s Biggest New Books
from the Foreword - Ottessa Moshfegh
If it weren’t such a pleasure to read, I’d say that Lord Jim at Home—read by a novelist, like me—was an instrument of torture. It’s that good.
Evening Standard - Alex Peake-Tomkinson
A reissued novel from 1973, and the world might finally be more ready for it. Giles Trenchard is the protagonist and—like Edward St Aubyn’s Patrick Melrose—is born into privilege and an atmosphere of hidden violence. After boarding school and the Navy, he finds himself adrift like the hero of Conrad’s Lord Jim, and commits a shocking act. Emphatically not for the faint-hearted.
The Telegraph - Claire Allfree
[A] brilliant forgotten novelist . . . [a] superb book . . . a ferocious comedy of middle-class dysfunction, [it] was published to controversy in 1973 . . . Rich in grotesquerie, including several comically repulsive sex scenes, it has the unhinged realism of a fairground mirror . . . Lord Jim at Home is a masterpiece.
Harper's - Dan Piepenbring
"Lord Jim at Home . . . dwells unflinchingly, sometimes gleefully, on the way that scandal washes over a community, and the sorrow and schadenfreude that follow in its wake . . . Brooke has a limpid, assured style: cruel, yes, but not detached or apathetic . . . It’s frigid fun."
The Guardian - John Self
This gripping tale of power, cruelty and all the consequences—the title’s reference to Joseph Conrad’s novel hints at the themes—was first published in 1973, and it seems extraordinary that it has been largely forgotten until now . . . This novel [is] full of horrors but energetic, funny and tense as a spring . . . Lord Jim at Home, inspired by a real story but full of the kind of truth only fiction can deliver, plants its devilish brilliance deep in the reader and won’t let go.
2023’s Biggest New Books The Guardian
"You can see why Ottessa Moshfegh is a fan of Dinah Brooke’s pitch-black 1973 novel Lord Jim at Home. A nihilistic satire on upper-class Englishness and emotional violence, it’s shocking and brilliant."
Times Literary Supplement - Margaret Drabble
"A classic that has lain dormant for fifty years. Ahead of its time, and now looking timeless, it has resurfaced with éclat. It is short and shocking . . . [an] alarming, accomplished tale."
The Times - Jayne Taylor
"How bracing to read something as odd, nasty, unpredictable, funny and just downright different as Lord Jim at Home . . . A perfect martini with a razor blade at the bottom of the glass."
The Guardian, Best Books of 2023 - Justine Jordan
An unmissable rediscovery from 1973, Lord Jim at Home by Dinah Brooke, turns a cold eye on the family dysfunction of the English upper class. Through scalpel-sharp prose and bitter comedy it lays bare the darkest human impulses.
Daily Telegraph - David Benedictus
Compelling . . . Astonishingly direct. For those who don’t mind wandering with [Brooke] down the corridors of erotic adventure, there will be some squalid and startling experiences in her company. She uses the historic present like a club.
Times Literary Supplement - A. Whittane
A crisp inventory of the horrors of growing up privileged in England between the wars . . . It is an ordinary family household, but seen from the underside it is a Renaissance court with its own rituals, threats and dagger-play . . . Brooke writes clinically and simply in the historic present. She convinces us that accidents are rarely accidental—and that they happen especially in the best-regulated families.
The Observer - Anthony Thwaite
Dinah Brooke’s sentences are short, harsh, nervously tense; she writes with concentrated and possessed fury.
Sunday Times - Julian Symons
Remarkable . . . An often brilliantly interpretive work of fiction. With a coolness more effective than indignation she shows the making of a psychopath.
Sunday Telegraph - Janice Elliott
Evocative and excellently terse . . . Miss Brooke . . . has a cold and beady eye.
The Guardian
"You can see why Ottessa Moshfegh is a fan of Dinah Brooke’s pitch-black 1973 novel Lord Jim at Home. A nihilistic satire on upper-class Englishness and emotional violence, it’s shocking and brilliant."
Kirkus Reviews
2023-07-26
The pitiable subject of a cruel upbringing evolves into a rudderless adult, the nemesis of the privileged family that failed him.
Brooke’s withering portrait of the British upper class, originally published in 1973, now reissued and available for the first time in the U.S. with a foreword by Ottessa Moshfegh, is a dispassionate, sardonic parable of tragic dysfunction. It traces in detail the origins of Giles Trenchard, a.k.a. “the infant Prince,” oldest child of parents referred to as the King and Queen but in truth a boozy solicitor and his ineffectual wife, both products of English social and financial inheritance. Neglected by his mother, bullied by his father, left in the brutal “care” of a nanny, the infant Giles is bruised, tortured, and starved of tenderness. His only weapons in “the dark battles of the nursery” are screams, withdrawal, and the refusal of food. Brooke relates these horrors in a distinctive, chilly tone—“The Prince learns in the end, but a rat would have learned sooner”—while depicting the adults in grotesque terms, notably detailing their sexual proclivities. Even after his horrible nanny is replaced, it’s too late for Giles; he’s sent to a private school where he endures and fits in but can’t learn and makes no friends, even though he’s good at cricket. Another school follows, and a psychiatrist, but then World War II intervenes. Working as a humble sailor, Giles endures grim experiences but finds some social acceptance in the ranks. Afterward, it’s back to a life of nonachievement, failing law exams, drinking excessively, and stealing from his parents and others. This downward slide, underpinned by disgust and disgrace at home, is not slowed by love for an unsuitable 19-year-old, and Brooke finally reaches the Lord Jim-esque lapse, unsurprising in a tale of such implacable determinism, yet still shocking.
A domestic and class horror story delivered in clinical, brilliant prose.
