The conceit of a 200-odd-page email, unbroken, as a novel is fun, as is the typography that puts me in mind of Rebecca Watson’s Little Scratch. Goodlord unfortunately ends up going in a pretty similar direction tonally and narratively as Little Scratch, which is not an incorrect direction, nor one that should be discouraged, but a shame when it already feels so in debt formally. The constant referral to the email’s recipient by name also delightfully recalls Second Place by Rachel Cusk (oh Jeffers!), so I am well-disposed towards it. I will look forward to seeing what Ella Frear gets up to hence.