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Ghosted by Jenn Ashworth review – an unnerving love story

Posted on Jun 16, 2021

I n 2019’s Notes Made While Falling, a piercing amalgamation of memoir and criticism, the writer Jenn Ashworth described how, while recovering from a traumatic caesarean section, she became addicted to serial killer documentaries. This is a habit that Laurie, the troubled narrator of Ashworth’s discomfiting new novel Ghosted: A Love Story, happens to share.

Laurie and her husband Mark meet at a wedding, where they are mistaken for a couple by another guest – a psychic who, according to Mark, “sees things. She sees dead things. Talks to dead people.” The pair initially bond over the case of a disappeared child later found to have been murdered by one of her parents. Fifteen years later, when Laurie returns home to their high-rise flat from her shift as a cleaner at the town’s university, Mark has vanished, leaving behind his mobile phone and wallet. Curiously, it is several weeks before Laurie contacts the police, and by the time they come to interview her, she is on autopilot. “‘Any history of mental ill health?’ I shook my head. Did she mean Mark, or me? I didn’t ask.” She is sleepwalking through her job, drinking heavily at night, binge-watching TV – much the same, it transpires, as when Mark was still there.

From her debut novel, 2009’s A Kind of Intimacy, Ashworth’s work has explored physical discomfort, violence and sexual misadventure. She writes explicitly of physicality and its detached and often petrifying opposite – disembodiment. There are moments in Ghosted that are at once terrifying and blackly humorous; at its core is a saturating sadness. For Laurie, her home on the 16th floor is simultaneously a prison and a refuge; its spare room, with iron bars at the window and faded nursery wallpaper, contains a quivering, cold atmosphere that keeps her out.

The novel sizzles with disappointment and urban alienation. Laurie longs for the claustrophobic intensity of her marriage to Mark, even as her anger at his departure derails her. “We had ended up bending each other’s bodies and personalities into a shape that would fit nobody else’s. The slow and uncomprehending recklessness of it astounds me now.” Like the similarly abandoned wife of Marie Darrieussecq’s My Phantom Husband, Laurie finds that Mark’s disappearance triggers memories of her difficult childhood. She is prone to blackouts and a mysterious amnesia, in which the real and abstract merge. Her once-domineering father is now reduced to frailty by dementia. His carer, the intimidating, unreadable Olena, sinister and benign by turns, is a marvellous, multilayered creation, a fixed rock in the meandering steam of Laurie’s uncertainty.

“One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted” wrote Emily Dickinson. Ghosted, for which Ashworth, commendably, opts for an ending as ambiguous as its beginning, is an impressive reminder of the uneasy silence reverberating on the other side of grief.

Ghosted: A Love Story is published by Sceptre (£16.99). To support the Guardian and the Observer buy a copy at guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply.