Thrumpton Hall: Elegy of an Obsessive Love is a rather strange memoir. Its title refers to the grand house the author’s father inherited and dedicated himself to maintaining, but the focus is on the father rather than the house. He was far from a wonderful father, nor was he a great husband, and the author’s determination to get her mother to admit his faults is embarrassing at times. It seems, indeed, that her father married for appearances’ sake, both to mask the fact that he was gay and, perhaps, to acquire the financial means to maintain his beloved Thrumpton. All this makes for a rather disagreeable, sad, and vindictive story, amongst wealthy people who keep to their set and serve as a good advertisement for hefty inheritance taxes.