
In The Dead Alive, Wilkie Collins sends an exhausted young English barrister, Philip Lefrank, across the Atlantic in search of rest—only to place him in a farm household where resentments simmer beneath respectable surfaces. At Morwick Farm, family loyalties are fractured, a trusted “overlooker” inspires fear and hatred in equal measure, and the newcomer quickly realizes that peace is the rarest commodity of all.
Collins blends domestic tension with psychological unease, building suspense through overheard conversations, guarded glances, and the ominous sense that violence has already crossed a line. The novel probes class and national prejudice, the volatility of jealousy, and the ways “propriety” can conceal cruelty. With his trademark narrative drive and moral complexity, Collins turns an apparently ordinary setting into a stage for secrets, accusation, and the unsettling question of who—socially, legally, or even spiritually—can be considered truly alive.