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Fingersmith Paperback – Oct. 1 2002
“Oliver Twist with a twist…Waters spins an absorbing tale that withholds as much as it discloses. A pulsating story.”—The New York Times Book Review
The Handmaiden, a film adaptation of Fingersmith, directed by Park Chan-wook and starring Kim Tae-Ri, is now available.
Sue Trinder is an orphan, left as an infant in the care of Mrs. Sucksby, a "baby farmer," who raised her with unusual tenderness, as if Sue were her own. Mrs. Sucksby’s household, with its fussy babies calmed with doses of gin, also hosts a transient family of petty thieves—fingersmiths—for whom this house in the heart of a mean London slum is home.
One day, the most beloved thief of all arrives—Gentleman, an elegant con man, who carries with him an enticing proposition for Sue: If she wins a position as the maid to Maud Lilly, a naïve gentlewoman, and aids Gentleman in her seduction, then they will all share in Maud’s vast inheritance. Once the inheritance is secured, Maud will be disposed of—passed off as mad, and made to live out the rest of her days in a lunatic asylum.
With dreams of paying back the kindness of her adopted family, Sue agrees to the plan. Once in, however, Sue begins to pity her helpless mark and care for Maud Lilly in unexpected ways...But no one and nothing is as it seems in this Dickensian novel of thrills and reversals.
- Print length608 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRiverhead Books
- Publication dateOct. 1 2002
- Dimensions13.13 x 3.2 x 20.32 cm
- ISBN-101573229725
- ISBN-13978-1573229722
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—Los Angeles Times
“Oliver Twist with a twist…Waters spins an absorbing tale that withholds as much as it discloses. A pulsating story.”
—The New York Times Book Review
“Astonishing narrative twists.”
—Newsday
“Superb storytelling. Fingersmith is gripping; so suspenseful and twisting is the plot that for the last 250 pages, I read at breakneck speed.”
—USA Today
“A deftly plotted thriller…absorbing and elegant.”
—Entertainment Weekly
“A marvelous pleasure…Waters’s noted attention to historical detail and her beautifully sensitive dialogue help to anchor the force-five plot twisters.”
—The Washington Post
“Calls to mind the feverishly gloomy haunts of Charlotte and Emily Brontë…Elaborate and satisfying.”
—The Seattle Times
“A sweeping read.”
—The Boston Globe
About the Author
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
This is the first time I remember thinking about the world and my place in it.
There was a girl named Flora, who paid Mrs Sucksby a penny to take me begging at a play. People used to like to take me begging then, for the sake of my bright hair; and Flora being also very fair, she would pass me off as her sister. The theatre she took me to, on the night I am thinking of now, was the Surrey, St George’s Circus. The play was Oliver Twist. I remember it as very terrible. I remember the tilt of the gallery, and the drop to the pit. I remember a drunken woman catching at the ribbons of my dress. I remember the flares, that made the stage very lurid; and the roaring of the actors, the shrieking of the crowd. They had one of the characters in a red wig and whiskers: I was certain he was a monkey in a coat, he capered so. Worse still was the snarling, pink-eyed dog; worst of all was that dog’s master—Bill Sykes, the fancy-man. When he struck the poor girl Nancy with his club, the people all down our row got up. There was a boot thrown at the stage. A woman beside me cried out,
‘Oh, you beast! You villain! And her worth forty of a bully like you!’
I don’t know if it was the people getting up—which made the gallery seem to heave about; or the shrieking woman; or the sight of Nancy, lying perfectly pale and still at Bill Sykes’s feet; but I became gripped by an awful terror. I thought we should all be killed. I began to scream, and Flora could not quiet me. And when the woman who had called out put her arms to me and smiled, I screamed out louder. Then Flora began to weep—she was only twelve or thirteen, I suppose. She took me home, and Mrs Sucksby slapped her.
‘What was you thinking of, taking her to such a thing?’ she said. ‘You was to sit with her upon the steps. I don’t hire my infants out to have them brought back like this, turned blue with screaming. What was you playing at?’
She took me upon her lap, and I wept again. ‘There now, my lamb,’ she said. Flora stood before her, saying nothing, pulling a strand of hair across her scarlet cheek. Mrs Sucksby was a devil with her dander up. She looked at Flora and tapped her slippered foot upon the rug, all the time rocking in her chair—that was a great creaking wooden chair, that no-one sat in save her—and beating her thick, hard hand upon my shaking back. Then,
‘I know your little rig,’ she said quietly. She knew everybody’s rig. ‘What you get? A couple of wipers, was it? A couple of wipers, and a lady’s purse?’
Product details
- Publisher : Riverhead Books; Reprint edition (Oct. 1 2002)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 608 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1573229725
- ISBN-13 : 978-1573229722
- Item weight : 476 g
- Dimensions : 13.13 x 3.2 x 20.32 cm
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About the author

Sarah Waters is the bestselling author of Tipping the Velvet, Affinity, Fingersmith, and The Night Watch. Winner of many literary awards, she has been shortlisted for both the Man Booker and Orange Prizes. She lives in London.
Photo by Annie_C_2 [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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To say there is more to it than just that is a grievous understatement, though. The voice in this is absolutely exquisite. It’s lyrical and shifting, reminiscent of gothic tales, Unafraid of including colloquialisms from Victorian times that roll off the tongue and feel intuitive in the language ecosystem of the novel.
Even better is the plotting. Like any good trick, there’s multiple layers occurring in any given seen, but you’re privy to only a small context until you get to each new part, alternating the point-of-view. It’s twisty and probably modelled after a magic trick. The Prestige comes to mind, but I’m not sure it is as precise as that.
My only complaint with it is that the narrative tension os deflated in the final part, in a way that makes the end almost interminable at times. It could have easily been truncated, preserving every relevant plot beat. I think it tries to shift the tension elsewhere, realizing it’s all but resolved, but it didn’t work for me. The voice makes it worth finishing regardless and the ending, when it does come, feels relatively satisfying. It feels like it wants to wrap up every small, innocuous thing, when a much more focused ending would have driven the “point” home much better.
3.5 rounded up. At points, a 5.
Brilliant, Sarah Waters!!!
I found this a difficult book to rate. I wished some of the Victorian underworld slang had been translated, as found myself guessing from context. Part 1 sets up a devious and complex plot to defraud. In this section, terms were going through my head like derivative, a pastiche and parody of several old Crime novels of the Victorian era, overwritten, too much unnecessary elaboration. This was a long novel (592 Pages). I have read longer books in the last couple of years, but this one seemed much longer than any of those. I would have enjoyed it more if it had been condensed in length. In Part 1 we meet two very different young female protagonists who seemed like caricatures; Susan, a good-hearted thief who is involved in a criminal scheme and Lilly who seems so naive, overprotected and innocent.
Near the close of Part 1, there is a huge reveal which raised the plot and characterizations way up to another level. I was completely unaware and unprepared for this and is best the reader to go into the book completely unspoiled. I won’t give a full synopsis of the plot to avoid some unexpected twists.
The story begins in a house of Fingersmiths (pickpockets and burglars). It is run by a tough, but a motherly woman who also has a small baby farm. The plot to defraud a wealthy heiress, Lilly, begins there. An ever-scheming conman, called ‘Gentleman’, recruits teenaged Fingersmith, Susan. She is to influence Lilly to marry him in order for him to obtain her inheritance. He has plans to make Lilly vanish after the wedding and have all her money. Susan is to work as a housemaid to Lilly, whom he describes as innocent and weak minded. Susan goes along the plan in hopes that part of her proceeds will go to help her beloved house mother.
Soon we get betrayals, double-crosses, and what might be called triple-crosses, a lesbian love story with complications, tragedy, not much happiness, thievery, daring escapes, secrets and lies, violence, and a huge collection of pornography.
Part 2 starts out as a recap of Part 1 but told from a different perspective. This added little to what we already learned and I thought it repetitive and boring. The story now plays out in a crumbling, dark mansion where Lilly works as secretary for her very unpleasant uncle. There are some tense, suspenseful passages. We also get some further revelations about the two girls’ origins and backgrounds, and who instigated the plot and why.
Part 3 deals with the horrors of one of the young women being unjustly locked up and her brilliant escape. Most of the characters end up back at the Fingersmith House. There is conflict and murder. The story ends with retribution for some and redemption for others.
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Such is the setup for Fingersmith, a tale that escalates from there to tell the tales of both Sue and Maud and their inextricably linked lives; while the women may be drawn together by a scam, what happens along the way might be more of an undeniable attraction and love – but when you’re lying through your teeth every second of the day, how can you tell the mark that you might be in love with them (and that’s not even dealing with the worry of how same-sex attraction would be viewed at the time)?
That’s only the beginnings of the complications of Fingersmith, which veers into psychiatric treatments for hysteria, objectification of women, mother-daughter relationships, and much, much more, allowing Waters to comment widely on the role of women both in the Victorian era and now, all while spinning a compelling and twisty tale. Moreover, in paralleling the lives of Maud and Sue, Waters allows herself to explore issues of social class and wealth, all while never neglecting the female-driven narrative that she’s created and the way that almost every woman in the tale (with one notable exception, but even she finds herself in a role not of her own making) is being used and manipulated by the men around her.
If all of this sounds grim, well, it can be, a little. While The Handmaiden eschewed realism for a gloriously stylish lesbian revenge tale, Fingersmith stays truer to “reality,” and allows her characters to push against the boundaries that have been erected for them with as much success as you might expect from the time period. The result can be a little oppressive at times (and it doesn’t help that the book feels a little too long as you approach the final act, with everything feeling like it takes just a little too much time and too many words), but it also allows Waters to tell a genuinely humane story, where even the main architect of everything has a truly understandable motive and a decent side you might not expect.
Fingersmith isn’t quite as pulpy as the basic premise might suggest; it’s too historically-grounded, too honest, too interested in exploring the reality of its repressed characters to cut loose in a lurid tale. But that restraint gives the novel all the more power, as we scenes through multiple perspectives and constantly understand the imperfect information with which everyone is operating, the tragic assumptions that destroy lives, and the dangers of a world where you’re viewed not as a person, but as an object – and a world in which you have to hide who you are and who you love in the name of safety. It’s a rich, satisfying read, with a pair of characters and a tale for the ages.
London, 1862. Sue Trinder, a young petty thief—or fingersmith—is drawn into an elaborate scheme to dupe Maud Lilly, a lonely young lady with a substantial inheritance. But when Sue meets Maud, and is struck by her innocence and kindness, she begins to feel the first tingles of regret—although abandoning the duplicitous plan is now out of the question. However, both Sue and Maud find themselves caught up in something far greater, with dangerous consequences that neither can foresee.
Deeply atmospheric and exquisitely crafted, “Fingersmith” is reminiscent of both Dickens and du Maurier at their best. It won’t be too much of a spoiler to mention that there’s a
lesbian twist in this unfolding drama of reversals and revelations—but let that be a hook to pique your curiosity because this is a novel teeming with unexpected delights.





