Thursday, 1 August 2013

we have always lived in the castle

I started reading We Have Always Lived In The Castle, by Shirley Jackson, on Saturday 20 July, and finished it the next day. (It wasn't very long.) I quite enjoyed the tone and atmosphere of the narration, but when you thought about the events and situations being described (unreliable - mad - narrator notwithstanding) there were too many things which didn't make sense or add up - not least how glaringly obvious it was, and would have been, that someone else might have been responsible for the pre-book killing; a little more attention to the plot would have gone a long way, the tone wasn't enough by itself.