Once upon a time there was a tower on a hill beyond the dark trees somewhere north. An
octagonal tower on two levels: glass upstairs and stone below beneath a steep slate roof - a
folly it was said. According to locals a young woman named Annie who fell ill was confined to
the tower by her father for three years and died there alone. Fascinated by Annie's story
Thea Lenarduzzi attempts to piece the past together in a formidable act of imagination which
tugging at the strings of the how why and who of stories begins to unravel the very idea of
storytelling itself. Veering between fiction memoir fairy tale and folklore The Tower is an
extraordinary book about power abuse and why we don't always tell the story we set out to
tell.
