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2000s: Would you want to visit your dead loved one via someone else’s body?
2000s: Would you want to visit your dead loved one via someone else’s body?
Edie has worked for the Elysian Society for the past five years. It’s a secretive organisation that provides a very specialised service: its clients come to reconnect with their dead loved ones by channelling them through living ‘Bodies’. Edie is one such Body, perhaps the best in the team, renowned for her professionalism and discretion.
One day Patrick, a distraught husband, comes to look for his drowned wife Sylvia. The more time that Edie spends as the glamorous, enigmatic Sylvia, the closer she comes to falling in love with Patrick. And the more mysterious the circumstances around Sylvia’s death appear.
Edie soon falls under Sylvia’s spell and their lives merges dangerously with her own.
Could it be New York? There’s a lake Madeleine not far from the city where a woman drowns
“Lake Madeleine lies an hour from the city: a body of water spilling across nine hundred acres, fringed by frothy, over-grown forest. Along the lake’s winding perimeter, enterprising spirits have carved out pockets of cilivisation over the decades. The Resort is self-consciously rustic, conjuring up images of nostalgic summer camps, creaky family cabins passed down from generation to generation but filtered through a lens of luxury”
The Elysian Society sits in a “limbo of a neighborhood”, where “the streets are populated with abandoned homes and condemned buildings” “Against the dusk, the Elysian building rises like a monolith” and is made out of cool white brick, “at a squinting it could be a church, or a museum”. It’s a very strange place, eerie, chilling and unforgiving. Haunting….
“Since I joined the Elysian Society, my emotions have evolved. They’ve gone from unwieldy to finely attuned. Ready to snap into nothingness. What used to be a struggle is now a reflex.”
“My outfit borrows the anonymity of my Elysian Society uniform and merges it to bland respectability”
‘My reflection lies trapped in the darkening window. A tree branch cuts through my torso, the spidery limbs fanned like veins and arteries spreading outward from my heart.’
Author/Guide: Sara Flannery Murphy Destination: USA Departure Time: 2000s
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