Jackson proves that the horrors of the mind and attitude of people surpass cheap mutilations and dreary special effects that mark the horror genre, especially in movie scripts.
This complex, insightful novel deserves to be taken down and read again and again. Their attempt to reconcile with the two after their brutal treatment of the family is met with bone-chilling consequences. The sisters are twisted and damaged by both their history and nature the townspeople fare no better. Her work is graphic only in how she exposes human nature and small-town bigotry. Jackson’s best work is both a horror and mystery story. She rules the castle, as she refers to the old family home, and will go to any length to protect her kingdom. When a distant cousin comes to visit and attempts to remodel all their lives, Merricat springs into action, whirling about like a demented dervish to undermine him and force him to go away. She is enticing and horrifying by turn often it is difficult to remember she is eighteen. Merricat is a prankster she has an odd propensity for burying objects, creating spells as she tries to twist the world fit in her own bizarre concept. Merricat goes into town once a week for supplies for Constance does not leave the house, not since she was tried and acquitted for the murder of her parents. Uncle Julian lives with them, a broken-down old man bound to a wheelchair, listlessly working on a manuscript. Both stories have small-town persecution as their motifs both are thought to be set in North Bennington, Vermont.Ĭonstance and Mary Katherine Blackwood (Merricat) are sisters separated from the local community by money, social standing, and the black cloud of mystery surrounding the death of their parents. Jackson is a master of social commentary, however her short story “The Lottery” was once required reading for high school and college students. The cover may suggest that this is a book for older teenagers who have a Gothic bent to their natures, and no doubt they would enjoy it. So begins a novel that is dark and twisting and deliciously horrifying. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death cap mushroom. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance.
We Have Always Lived in the Castle- book review
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