This House is Haunted, by John Boyne, is a good old-fashioned gothic ghost story, with feminist elements scattered throughout. We are introduced to Eliza Caine, a young woman brought up by her widowed father. By her own account she is plain (“…it is true I had never been attractive…”) and perhaps destined to become a spinster, at the ripe old age of 21. When her father dies, she is jolted into reality, learning that the house she grew up in was leased and the rent was in arrears. The landlord informed her to pay up or move out and Eliza, who hitherto enjoyed a quiet, modest, comfortable and trouble-free life, discovered that she would have to learn to support herself.
She had a teaching job that did not pay much. Believing that she would not be able to pay for lodging and support herself for long with the very small amount of money her father was able to settle on her upon his death, Eliza saw an advertisement for the position of governess at a manor house in the country, to begin immediately. Eliza was surprised that no references were required, and she did not bother to do any checking on her own before accepting the position, so the reader is not nearly as surprised as she is to find that nothing was as she expected. Upon arriving at her destination, Eliza is greeted by two children, Isabella and Eustace. No parents are in the picture, nor are there any servants. Also, it turns out that she is about the sixth governess in the past year! Hmmmmm!
There is a hint of Jane Eyre in the air (sorry about that), but that quickly dissipates. There are definitely one or two ghosts in residence at any given time – one of whom is particularly malevolent and dangerous. Eliza finds that she has a few accidents where she is inexplicably pushed or injured – and to make matters worse, it transpires that of her five predecessors, one was murdered, three died under mysterious circumstances, and the one before Eliza managed to get away, just barely, by virtue of the misleading advertisement she placed that enticed Eliza to replace her.
So, we have Eliza in a typical gothic, governess ghost story. What was different about this story is that the weak pathetic heroine turns out to have a strict moral compass and strong backbone which drive the story. During her relentless pursuit of the truth behind what is going on at the manor, she is savvy enough to repel the advances of the very married Estate solicitor (attracted though she may be), quite blasphemous in her attack upon the town vicar, and (very politely) doesn’t put up with any chauvinistic crap thrown her way by man or woman (which is how this character won me over).
For those of you who are tired of reading, stop here….four stars.
For those of you interested in a sample of Eliza’s sharp mind (tongue), dry wit, and social commentary mixed equally with humor and pathos, see the following reminiscence of a pupil and her family (often still ringing true today):
…Clara had the sort of brain that could organize and rationalize without difficulty and, as young as she was, I rather thought that she might in time follow me into the pedagogical profession. I even spoke to Mrs. Farnsworth about her on several occasions, and she suggested that with her mathematical skills Clara might someday have a future as a secretary for a bank manager. I recall the incident specifically because I made a remark, intended as a joke, that perhaps she could even be the bank manager one day, whereupon Mrs. Farnsworth removed her glasses and looked at me aghast and accused me of being a revolutionary, a charge I denied.
‘You’re not a modern are you Eliza?’ she asked, standing to her full height and looking down at me, filling me with as much trepidation as she had when I was a small girl and she my teacher. ‘I won't stand for moderns at Saint Elizabeth's. And neither will the board of governors.’
‘No, of course not,’ I replied blushing furiously. ‘I was being facetious that's all.’
‘Hmm,’ she said unsatisfied’. ‘I hope so, Clara Sharpe the manager of the bank! The very idea!’
And yet although I did not consider myself to be a modern at all, I found her level of offense to be in itself offensive. Why should a girl not strive for higher things, after all? Why should we all not?
…I thought of Clara now because she ended up in a rather distressed condition. Her father was a drunkard while her mother did all she could to keep the family home together despite the pittance her husband brought in for the upkeep of his wife and daughter. What little money the man earned was more likely to be spent on porter than on food or clothing, and there was more than one morning when Clara arrived in the classroom her face bruised, and I longed to live in a decent civilized society where I might make inquiries about who had done the bruising and why. Not that I had any doubts as to the answer to that question. On such days I dreaded to imagine what Clara's mother looked like, for I suspected her father of mistreating his wife just as badly as he did his daughter. I considered going to the police but of course they would have laughed at me and said that what an Englishman did in the privacy of his own home was his own business.
But the man must have gone too far one night and attacked Mrs. Sharpe when her ire was drawn, for she took a roasting pot from the oven, turned on her heel and hit him so sharply across the head with it that he fell to the ground, dead. The poor woman. a victim of unanswered violence for so long, was immediately arrested - for naturally, an assault upon her husband was a crime, whereas an assault upon a wife fell into the realm of marital privilege. Unlike Santina Westerley, however, who was clearly an unbalanced creature, Mrs. Sharpe was not sentenced to death. The judge, a modern sort - Mrs Farnsworth would not have approved of him, believed that she deserved some leniency and commuted her sentence to life imprisonment without any possibility of parole, a sentence which in the same position, I would have liked infinitely less than a week of nervous anticipation, a few seconds of extraordinary pain, and an eternity of peace ever after, the reward offered by the rope. Clara, having no other family to take her in ended up in the workhouse…