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But small towns are strange places where vanity rules, and, once again reviled, Tilly sets out to teach the town a lesson. In the process she faces the ghosts of her past, and wreaks a havoc that provides a most satisfying revenge.
This is a story of love, hate and haute couture. A warm and nasty book, The Dressmaker evokes Drysdale's 'Drover's Wife' dressed in Chanel.
The above blurb is from the publisher's website. I think it's more insightful and accurate than the one on the back of the book. I particularly like the description 'warm and nasty'. One thing I've wondered is: for a town so vain and so obsessed with appearances, how come they don't have a beauty parlour? It could have been a really good setting for vanity, bad taste and bitchiness of the town's inhabitants - not to mention visits on the sly by Sergeant Farrat.
What do you think of the book so far?
Do you know, or have you lived in, a town like Dungatar?