Ruth Rendell’s final novel, Dark Corners, is about how psychological necessity can drive perfectly ordinary people either to terrible deeds or to unwitting acts of great courage — and extraordinary things can happen quite by chance to anyone.
Carl, the central character, is a young man pleased with his life. He has written a novel that has been published, inherited his father’s small mews house in Maida Vale with its furniture and, significantly, a large supply of alternative remedies in the bathroom cabinet, and has a beautiful, kindly girlfriend called Nicola. He does not have a job, but he does have a tenant, Dermot, on the top floor who pays him £1,200 a month — enough for Carl to contemplate life as a writer. Dermot, a thin young man with uneven yellow teeth, works as a receptionist at a local veterinary practice. He has a manner that wrong-foots Carl without him knowing quite how.
Carl also has a friend, Stacey, a model who has put on weight and wants to lose it without giving up her habit of binge-eating.
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