We Have Always Lived in the Castle REVIEW (no spoilers)

Title: We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Author: Shirley Jackson
Genre: fiction
ISBN: 9780143039976
Pages: 146
Year Published: 1962
Source: personal library
Rating: 5/5
counts towards Years of Books goal (1962)

Amazon.com review of We Have Always Lived in the Castle:

Visitors call seldom at Blackwood House. Taking tea at the scene of a multiple poisoning, with a suspected murderess as one’s host, is a perilous business. For a start, the talk tends to turn to arsenic. “It happened in this very room, and we still have our dinner in here every night,” explains Uncle Julian, continually rehearsing the details of the fatal family meal. “My sister made these this morning,” says Merricat, politely proffering a plate of rum cakes, fresh from the poisoner’s kitchen. We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson’s 1962 novel, is full of a macabre and sinister humor, and Merricat herself, its amiable narrator, is one of the great unhinged heroines of literature. “What place would be better for us than this?” she asks, of the neat, secluded realm she shares with her uncle and with her beloved older sister, Constance. “Who wants us, outside? The world is full of terrible people.” Merricat has developed an idiosyncratic system of rules and protective magic, burying talismanic objects beneath the family estate, nailing them to trees, ritually revisiting them. She has made “a powerful taut web which never loosened, but held fast to guard us” against the distrust and hostility of neighboring villagers.Or so she believes. But at last the magic fails. A stranger arrives–cousin Charles, with his eye on the Blackwood fortune. He disturbs the sisters’ careful habits, installing himself at the head of the family table, unearthing Merricat’s treasures, talking privately to Constance about “normal lives” and “boy friends.” Unable to drive him away by either polite or occult means, Merricat adopts more desperate methods. The result is crisis and tragedy, the revelation of a terrible secret, the convergence of the villagers upon the house, and a spectacular unleashing of collective spite.

The sisters are propelled further into seclusion and solipsism, abandoning “time and the orderly pattern of our old days” in favor of an ever-narrowing circuit of ritual and shadow. They have themselves become talismans, to be alternately demonized and propitiated, darkly, with gifts. Jackson’s novel emerges less as a study in eccentricity and more–like some of her other fictions–as a powerful critique of the anxious, ruthless processes involved in the maintenance of normality itself. “Poor strangers,” says Merricat contentedly at last, studying trespassers from the darkness behind the barricaded Blackwood windows. “They have so much to be afraid of.”

I rather enjoyed this novel. It was short, which I was in the mood for. But it was also very intriguing. It is impossible to read this book without having questions arise. It is not necessarily a mystery–I wouldn’t really call it that at all. I picture mysteries to have a certain character who is looking for an answer. But, the basic questions you will probably come up with while reading is, “Who did it? Why?” So, it has a who-dun-it feel, but the motive of the story is not to really answer these questions, necessarily.

One reason I probably liked this novel so much was because I made a prediction and I was right. It doesn’t often happen that I can make correct predictions. But this time I had so much to back me up in my argument, and I turned out to be right. (Okay, I’m done “tooting my own horn” now.)

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