Recovered memories represent a complex phenomenon, with the potential for both the genuine recall of traumatic events and the construction of false memories. It’s crucial to approach this topic with sensitivity, recognizing its capacity for both healing and harm. When renowned painter and Holocaust survivor Josephine Benoit confesses to a decades-old murder, claiming she once killed a woman with her same name at the Hotel Lutetia in 1945 to steal her identity, everything fractures. Her granddaughter, Dr. Olivia Finn, insists her grandmother’s memory has been unreliable for years but the confession sets off a chain of events too disturbing to ignore.
Not long after, Josephine is murdered.
At first, it seems like a tragic coincidence. Why would anyone kill her now, so many years after the war and over a confession that might not even be real? But as Olivia begins digging, it becomes clear, this isn’t just about an old crime. Despite the pervasive distrust, Olivia embarks on a journey to uncover the truth and find clarity amidst the confusion.
I found myself pitying both, Josephine and Olivia. They are grappling with fractured relationships, hidden agendas, and the unsettling feeling that those around them are not who they seem.
It’s a bit draggy at times, but it almost feels intentional, pushing you to sit with the weight of what’s being unearthed. The alternating narrators and short, punchy chapters kept me hooked. The themes of memory, trauma, and the unreliability of perception, with a focus on uncovering secrets from the past, are quite similar to the author’s previous work, Anna O. 4 ⭐