‘With House of Fiction I was able to marry my two abiding interests in houses and English literature. I was fascinated by the way so many authors set a particular house at the centre of their story, and I discovered some surprising connections between authors and the houses they had grown up in, visited, helped build or fantasised about.
I came to a new understanding of Jane Austen’s preoccupation with marriage and property. I was intrigued by the fact that Thomas Hardy worked for the same firm of London architects that employed E. M. Forster’s father a few years later, and thrilled to find John Galsworthy’s original drawings for the house at Robin Hill (from The Forsyte Saga) in the manuscripts collection of the British Library, documents that had never before been published. (See my article in the RIBA Journal online).
I found that many novelists do really have a thing about houses. Call it a social thing, a class thing, a financial thing or, as I have found to be mostly the case, an imaginative and soulful connection, as Forster wrote so lyrically of Howards End, a house based on his childhood home of Rooksnest in Hertfordshire. Describing the difference in perceptions between the Wilcox family and Mrs Wilcox, he writes, ‘To them it was a house; they could not know that to her it had been a spirit for which she sought a spiritual heir.’
My research for House of Fiction led me into the history of my own house in North London and has set me on a new path, writing about the fate of one of its Victorian inhabitants, in particular a woman called Philadelphia, who came to London in the 1850s and witnessed a world of technological and material change, but also frustration and sorrow. I look forward to sharing her story.’