Today I come to talk to you about Shirley Jackson’s novel We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
Several people had strongly recommended that I read it and in the end I just did it. Before I start talking about it I’ll only tell you that it has hooked me enough to take it to the pool or festival with me.
About the author
Shirley Jackson was an American writer of horror and mystery. In my opinion, one of the most underrated writers who was even called witch due to her literary work.
It is possible that her name sounds familiar to you for the Netflix series The Haunting of Hill House, or maybe, even having seen the series, you didn’t know that it was based on one of her books.
In short, she is a writer who deserves much more merit than is attributed.
About the book
As you have seen in the photos, I have read it in English. I have always said that, if possible, the classics should be read in their original language.
I bought the book from The book depository. It is a beautiful edition in paperback, which is quite affordable; it’s adorned with irregular edges that, however, make turning pages a difficult task.
Mary Katherine and her sister Constance live alone, together with their uncle, in the family mansion that saw all their relatives’ deaths. The townspeople hate them but it doesn’t matter to them because they are happy in their isolation.
Their peace is disturbed by the arrival of a relative and Merricat must return everything to his order.
“I can’t help it when people are frightened,” says Merricat. “I always want to frighten them more.”
Personally, I liked the book quite much; it is a different story that has inspired many others.
The characters are unique and each of them deals with a different psychological disorder that prevents them from leading a normal life; from not being able to leave the house to having the need to bury things compulsively.
I have never gotten into a story so much before and reading this I have become Merricat. I’ve hated the people she hated, I’ve wanted deaths as much as she has, and even felt like burying things. That a book achieves this seems magical to me.
In short, it is a book that is worth reading, a different story and a good way to get in touch with Shirley Jackson’s work.