Good Behaviour, Molly Keane
She simply did not want to know what was going on in the nursery. She had had us and she longed to forget the horror of it once and for all. She didn’t really like children; she didn’t like dogs either, and she had no enjoyment of food, for she ate almost nothing.
This book reminded me of Lady Caroline Blackwood's Great Granny Webster, both of them pitch-black comedies about British aristocrats behaving like complete assholes. Usually there has to be at least one character I wouldn't cheerfully see run over by a train for me to enjoy a book, but for some reason I like this particular genre. Maybe I just find it more realistic than the "benevolent overlords" portrayal of them, a la Downton Abbey.