"The woman has been dead for a hundred years," reads the seventeenth email. "She can wait a little longer. But I'd rather she didn't."
Journalist Priscilla Voss has built an eleven-year career on other people's truths - wrongful convictions unraveled frame by frame, her face precisely composed for the camera, her private life meticulously empty. When her assistant drops a stack of emails on her desk - seventeen of them, from a small-town archivist, each one more determined than the last - Priscilla tells herself it's just another case. A hundred-year-old murder conviction. A missing financial record. A dead woman who can't benefit from any of it.
She tells herself that right up until she drives to Harwick and meets June Alcantara.
June has spent months building the case that Clara Marsh - convicted of her husband's murder in 1924 and executed that April - did not commit the crime. The evidence is in a ledger entry, misfiled for a century. It's in a trial transcript that asked no questions. And it's in a small gold locket, found inside a wall during a building renovation, engraved with two sets of initials that change everything about the story: C.M. and V.H. One locket. Two women. A love that Clara hid so completely she was willing to go to her death to protect it.
As Priscilla and June work through the archive - the financial records, the court documents, the photograph of Clara standing in a doorway looking at something she has decided not to show the camera - they begin to find more than evidence. They find a second wall in a second building, a partial letter written the night before Clara was taken into custody, and a name: Vera Hutchins, who lived two streets from the prison for sixteen years after Clara's execution and died in 1967 under a husband's surname, never knowing her name was still hidden in the wall.
But the closer Priscilla gets to the truth of Clara and Vera's story, the harder she finds it to avoid the mirror it holds up to her own. She has been writing the same unfinished sentence for eleven years - building a life of precision and control around the one thing she is not willing to name. June Alcantara, who sends seventeen emails into silence without once losing her nerve, is making that architecture harder and harder to maintain.
Her Name Was Clara is a novel about what survives when love is buried - in walls, in archives, in the careful distance between two people who are not ready to be known. It is about the particular bravery of the person who keeps looking when no one answers, and the particular cost of the person who builds a life around not being found.
Some things wait a hundred years to be read. Some doors take eleven days to walk through. The question is whether you can still find the sentence you were trying to finish.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. "The woman has been dead for a hundred years," reads the seventeenth email. "She can wait a little longer. But I'd rather she didn't."Journalist Priscilla Voss has built an eleven-year career on other people's truths - wrongful convictions unraveled frame by frame, her face precisely composed for the camera, her private life meticulously empty. When her assistant drops a stack of emails on her desk - seventeen of them, from a small-town archivist, each one more determined than the last - Priscilla tells herself it's just another case. A hundred-year-old murder conviction. A missing financial record. A dead woman who can't benefit from any of it.She tells herself that right up until she drives to Harwick and meets June Alcantara.June has spent months building the case that Clara Marsh - convicted of her husband's murder in 1924 and executed that April - did not commit the crime. The evidence is in a ledger entry, misfiled for a century. It's in a trial transcript that asked no questions. And it's in a small gold locket, found inside a wall during a building renovation, engraved with two sets of initials that change everything about the story: C.M. and V.H. One locket. Two women. A love that Clara hid so completely she was willing to go to her death to protect it.As Priscilla and June work through the archive - the financial records, the court documents, the photograph of Clara standing in a doorway looking at something she has decided not to show the camera - they begin to find more than evidence. They find a second wall in a second building, a partial letter written the night before Clara was taken into custody, and a name: Vera Hutchins, who lived two streets from the prison for sixteen years after Clara's execution and died in 1967 under a husband's surname, never knowing her name was still hidden in the wall.But the closer Priscilla gets to the truth of Clara and Vera's story, the harder she finds it to avoid the mirror it holds up to her own. She has been writing the same unfinished sentence for eleven years - building a life of precision and control around the one thing she is not willing to name. June Alcantara, who sends seventeen emails into silence without once losing her nerve, is making that architecture harder and harder to maintain.Her Name Was Clara is a novel about what survives when love is buried - in walls, in archives, in the careful distance between two people who are not ready to be known. It is about the particular bravery of the person who keeps looking when no one answers, and the particular cost of the person who builds a life around not being found.Some things wait a hundred years to be read. Some doors take eleven days to walk through. The question is whether you can still find the sentence you were trying to finish. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798224424337
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. "The woman has been dead for a hundred years," reads the seventeenth email. "She can wait a little longer. But I'd rather she didn't."Journalist Priscilla Voss has built an eleven-year career on other people's truths - wrongful convictions unraveled frame by frame, her face precisely composed for the camera, her private life meticulously empty. When her assistant drops a stack of emails on her desk - seventeen of them, from a small-town archivist, each one more determined than the last - Priscilla tells herself it's just another case. A hundred-year-old murder conviction. A missing financial record. A dead woman who can't benefit from any of it.She tells herself that right up until she drives to Harwick and meets June Alcantara.June has spent months building the case that Clara Marsh - convicted of her husband's murder in 1924 and executed that April - did not commit the crime. The evidence is in a ledger entry, misfiled for a century. It's in a trial transcript that asked no questions. And it's in a small gold locket, found inside a wall during a building renovation, engraved with two sets of initials that change everything about the story: C.M. and V.H. One locket. Two women. A love that Clara hid so completely she was willing to go to her death to protect it.As Priscilla and June work through the archive - the financial records, the court documents, the photograph of Clara standing in a doorway looking at something she has decided not to show the camera - they begin to find more than evidence. They find a second wall in a second building, a partial letter written the night before Clara was taken into custody, and a name: Vera Hutchins, who lived two streets from the prison for sixteen years after Clara's execution and died in 1967 under a husband's surname, never knowing her name was still hidden in the wall.But the closer Priscilla gets to the truth of Clara and Vera's story, the harder she finds it to avoid the mirror it holds up to her own. She has been writing the same unfinished sentence for eleven years - building a life of precision and control around the one thing she is not willing to name. June Alcantara, who sends seventeen emails into silence without once losing her nerve, is making that architecture harder and harder to maintain.Her Name Was Clara is a novel about what survives when love is buried - in walls, in archives, in the careful distance between two people who are not ready to be known. It is about the particular bravery of the person who keeps looking when no one answers, and the particular cost of the person who builds a life around not being found.Some things wait a hundred years to be read. Some doors take eleven days to walk through. The question is whether you can still find the sentence you were trying to finish. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798224424337
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