Blood will out

This brilliantly murky novel describes a nightmarish ten days in the life of a famous, highly successful but deeply dysfunctional family. The action takes place in prisons, mental hospitals, nursing homes — and the House of Commons.

Involved in this brutal tale are three tall, handsome, Old Etonian brothers — a Labour MP, a stinking rich criminal prosecutor and a rather wayward journalist — and their more downmarket adopted brother who’s become a Catholic priest and a diminutive sister called Portia, devoted to helping poor, uneducated Mexican peasants. The parents are out of the picture but very much in the story. The father, a lawyer raised to the peerage, has lately become a victim of Alzheimer’s. The sneering, patronising mother, a former Dior model, is already on her deathbed, sipping ‘trickles of lovely champagne’ but giving off vile vibes.

Tempting though it is to compare this unbonded human mishmash with the author’s own family, the Pakenhams, alas the facts don’t quite fit. There’s no Lady Magnesia Freelove for a start and, though the delirious old father-figure, who thinks he’s the captain of a warship c. 1800 may bear a faint resemblance to the late, great Lord Longford, there’s nothing to connect Elizabeth Longford with the bed-ridden troublemaker in the story.

Whatever her inspirations, Rachel Billington describes the breakdown of family life with extraordinary verve, and balances the uncovering of ghastly private woes with the even more dramatic exposure of ‘black wickedness’ at the very peak of public life.

The story begins with the barrister and the politician having a savage punch-up on learning that their scribbler brother Charlie has hanged himself in the grounds of the mental hospital where he’s being treated for manic depression.