Kate Summerscale's previous work, The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher, read like a novel, one that would be at home on a shelf between Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Wilkie Collins (Summerscale really likes Wilkie Collins, judging by how often she quotes him). Her new work, Mrs. Robinson's Disgrace, shows a similar talent for turning historical documents into riveting, edge-of-your-seat reading. Of course, this one is more like a Jane Austen novel than a Conan Doyle, what with the torrid details of love, adultery and betrayal. It's like a true life Pride and Prejudice. Or, perhaps, given that the titular Mrs. Robinson's first husband died after contracting a mysterious disease of the brain that caused him to be sickly and violent, it's like a real life Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Either way, it's impossible to put down.
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