31/05/2026
I read this as a beautiful, signed hardback - a Christmas present, but, hey-ho, it’s not that long ago. Lucy Steeds’ debut novel is set in Provence in 1920, in the house of reclusive, monstrous and fictional post-impressionist artist Edouard Tartuffe. He lives with his niece, Ettie, sees no one, goes nowhere and paints all day. A young, English journalist, Joseph, arrives, apparently invited by Tartuffe (but as it turns out, by Ettie). He is at first blanked by the artist, then used as a model, and so begins a summer in the Provençal sun in which their respective stories unravel and intertwine. The traumatic aftermath of the First World War has touched both Ettie and Joseph. Ettie is desperate to escape the expectations and repression from which women of the time are starting to emerge. The way she achieves this is one of the twists of the tale, signposted in its opening, when an older Ettie looks at a painting in the National Gallery and remembers a fire. Tartuffe is a cliché of grumpy, obsessive painter and the passionate romance of the younger pair seems almost inevitable. But you can feel the heat, tragedy and yearning and if you’ve ever been to the beautiful area in which it is set, you’ll be transported back, not always happily, in both place and time.