I consider this to be a very beautiful novel. Reading it increases your understanding of human beings. This is not a very dramatic story, but there is much to think about. I cannot get this novel out of my head.
When Annie Phelan arrives at the Dashells' farm to begin work as a maid, she finds her new mistress strapping wings on a naked boy who is to play the Angel of Death. Annie knows one thing for sure-she is not at the prim Mrs.Gilbey's anymore.
England in 1864 is a place of change. This is the age of invention, Crystal Palace, progress, the colonies. At the farm, the master dreams of far-flung exploration, while the mistress, Isabel, struggles with the new technology -- photography -- to produce art. And she struggles as well with her unimaginative help, who cannot play the roles she assigns.
It is Annie, beautiful, suggestible, and sensitive, who proves to be Isabel's inspiration. Through a series of portraits -- Guinevere, Ophelia, Grace, the Madonna -- the mistress transforms the maid into her confidante and muse. To the master, though, Annie becomes "Phelan," a member of his fantasy Arctic expedition. Caught between the two, Annie nearly loses herself, until disaster reveals her power over the Dashells' work and hearts.
Exquisite in its evocations, Afterimage is a boldly transgressive story of class, love, art, and freedom.