There is a strangeness about Christabel Alderton. Elias Newman can see it right away. When Christabel was thirteen she was walking by the River Lea and some people in a cabin cruiser waved to her. The scene before her seemed to freeze like a photograph and she felt weird. A little later the boat blew up and killed everyone on board. Since then she’s been troubled by a sort of second sight that works sometimes, but not always.
Now, years later, she sings with a band called Mobile Mortuary who make their onstage entrance climbing out of body drawers. Death is much on her mind because the men in her life tend to die before their time and she’s come to think she’s bad luck.
Elias Newman is a diabetologist who meets Christabel at a Royal Academy of Arts exhibition. Fascinated, he’s keen to know her better. She’s attracted to him but afraid of what might happen if she lets herself fall in love.
Only in a Hoban novel could such an intensely involving love story embrace the redemptive power of ketchup bottles.