I didn't want to write a review right
away when I finished this book. I wanted to wait a while and let it
sink in.
We have always lived in the castle,
written by Shirley Jackson in 1962, is a story about two young
sisters, Constance and Merricat, that live with their uncle in a
house outside a village. They are seclusive, avoiding all human
contact, fearing the whispers and even the taunting of the villagers.
The reason for that is that their family died of arsenic poisoning a
few years ago, and the prime suspect was Constance.
The book is quirky and charming, yet
creepy and disturbing at the same time. The two sisters are portrayed
as two opposites, one impulsive and selfish, one caring and
thoughtful. The titular ”castle” is one of the main characters in
the story, so majestic in its sinister history, a shelter for the
young women, always under attack (or perceived attack) from the
villagers.
I get the impression that the book is a
window into these two women's lives, that exist in suspended
animation, in a timeless vacuum that they themselves created. I write
”women” but until Constance's age is revealed later in the book,
I thought of the sisters as teenagers. They have truly created a
bubble for themselves, where nothing, not even time, can affect them.
They don't need to age, if they don't come into contact with the
outside world. We grow up and become adults partly through gaining
wisdom from the conflicts we face in every day life. Take away these
conflicts and you're left with eternal childhood.
The book's main conflict comes in the
form of a cousin that threatens to upend the ”perfect” existence
that the sisters have created for themselves. Constance is tempted to
move on towards adulthood; but it's not that easy. Love prevails.
I loved this book. I hesitate to
recommend it to others, however, because it is quirky and quirky is
not for everyone. On the other hand, it's a short, easy read. Even
though I'm not a fan of Neil Gaiman myself, I'm sure this book would appeal to Gaiman fans.
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