Mysterious disappearances, domestic cases, noiseless, bloodless snuffings-out . . . the law can look as deep as it likes, but when the crime itself goes unsuspected . . . oh yes, there's many a murderer basking in the sun . . .When Therese Raquin is forced to marry the sickly Camille, she sees a bare life stretching out before her, leading every evening to the same cold bed and every morning to the same empty day. Escape comes in the form of her husband's friend, Laurent, and Therese throws herself headlong into an affair. There seems only one obstacle to their happiness: Camille. They plot to be rid of him. But in destroying Camille they kill the very desire that connects them. First published in 1867, Therese Raquin has lost none of its power to enthral.
"I love this because it's the story of how you can't escape the inevitabilities of love and it's just a fantastic piece of writing." --Sue Perkins, Express
"By merging elements of the gothic and tragic with a study of petit-bourgeois banality, Zola created a work of enduring fascination." --Observer
"It was attacked by critics of the day as stinking filth and a foul sewer. Little wonder, then, that it became an instant bestseller and I'll admit I was completely riveted by its melodramatics from start to finish." --Daily Mail