We Have Always Lived in the Castle


“We have always lived in the Castle” is a haunting novel written by Shirley Jackson. A sinister feeling follows you as you flip through the pages and consume the words, afraid of being poisoned by it yet strangely relishing it. Here’s the first paragraph that you encounter:

My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. 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 dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.

This is a story about the Blackwood family. Sisters Mary and Constance Blackwood live in a mansion with their Uncle Julian, isolated from society. Even if this isn’t a detective story, it felt like one where you’re trying to find out the reason for their isolation and the hostility of the villagers. It makes you question the characters, if they’re hallucinating and trying to trick you into believing their tales.

It’s hard to fit this work into any genre. There’s subtle horror, drama, suspense, philosophy, and snatches of unexpected laughs. Like real life.

The most interesting character was our little Mary, Constance’s little sister. Her mind can best be described as unapologetic and pure. Here, I interpret pure as primal, unadulterated and untouched. It’s pure like the blackness of coal, not like the whiteness of snow. A part of me rejoiced as she thought her black thoughts, as if they were voicing mine. Have you ever done that, and felt ashamed after?

I disliked having a fork pointed at me and I disliked the sound of the voice never stopping; I wished he would put food on the fork and put it into his mouth and strangle himself.

Contrast this with another thought of hers:

I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes–-the left–-saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.

Big sister Constance is “a charming little thing, had you not known that she was arrested for murdering her family” (but was eventually acquitted of the crime, as Uncle Julian would remind us).

Uncle Julian sprinkles unexpected humor when he “entertains guests”, irreverently addressing the family murder in polite company. Confined to the wheelchair after the incident, he obsessively makes notes of the fateful day, hoping that one day he would be able to publish it. He narrates details of that day to a very interested Mrs. Wright who comes for a tea time visit. He gleefully mentions how Constance (who loves to cook for the family) was arrested for allegedly poisoning the family by adding arsenic to the bowl of sugar.

We relied upon Constance for various small delicacies which only she could provide; I am of course not referring to arsenic

The style of writing is deceptively simple, perhaps because it is told from little sister Mary’s point of view. Surprisingly engrossing, as you find yourself trapped deeper and deeper into her tarry mind. Next on my list: The Lottery and The Haunting of Hill House.

Recommended for: Gothic suspense aficionados, lovers of dark twisty stories.

Rating: 8.3/ 10


Through the Woods


Through the Woods is a graphic novel written and illustrated by Emily Carroll. Is she related to Lewis Carroll? No, according to my extensive research (a “Is Emily Carroll related to Lewis Carroll?” Google search yielded no results)

Have a look at the awards/ nominations:

  • Bram Stoker Award Nominee for Best Graphic Novel (2014)
  • Milwaukee County Teen Book Award (2015)
  • Green Carnation Prize Nominee for Longlist (2014)
  • Will Eisner Comic Industry Awards for Best Graphic Album-Reprint (2015)

The eerie cover gives you an idea of what’s to come. A limited palette of black and white with a splotch of red reminiscent of what lies beneath our skins and what we’re afraid to expose. This book consists of five spooky short stories which come to life with Emily’s haunting artwork. If one were to simply narrate the stories, it would be quite a damp squib. Sample this marvelous art:


One of my favourite stories was “My Friend Janna”, a story about two friends who would “speak to the dead”.


What makes this collection of stories even more riveting is that they’re loose-ended. And I love stories like that, which leave room for imagination. I would suggest you to steer clear of it if you like your stories with a definite ending.

Before you buy it, have a look at her website and you’ll get a fair idea if you’ll like it or not.

And here’s one of the stories featured in her book.


Recommended for: Lovers of short stories, horror and beautiful art

Rating: 6.8/ 10