✰ 2.5 stars ✰
“This is the hard part about telling stories—you can’t tell everything. You have to select what’s relevant and shape the story around the facts, or at least around the facts as you want them to be.”
An intriguing premise, but a weak execution that had my first Maureen Johnson prove to be a rather disappointing one. 😞 But the striking positive of Death at Morning House was this: after the halfway mark, I could not put it down. It became a competitive race between me and the characters to see who would figure out first the real culprit behind the occurrences taking place at Morning House. Honestly, there was not a moment where I wanted to take a breather and stop; that was compulsive reading, which I applaud for that feeling alone. 👏🏻
The story is executed in two timelines - the past of 1932, where a devastating tragedy claims two of the lives of the Raltson family, and the present, where our protagonist, Marlowe, to escape her own personal tragedy of accidental misfortune of her own undoing, comes to work at Morning House as a tour guide - the very home of which the tragedy took place.
The start is very compelling 👍🏻👍🏻; the author richly weaves this unique premise of the past with this strange family that had their own unique upbringing that made you feel that not everything was as black and white and perfect as they hoped people would see. The present had its own intriguing mystery that slowly came to light while Marlowe was there; as the characters introduced themselves and interwove their past history into her life, Marlowe gets the sense that something is amiss. 😟 'That there is a danger, but the danger is pretending to be something else. There is something that you don’t want to be around, and the need to go.' The writing skillfully delivers a very tightly-knit and claustrophobic vibe to its setting, that really heightened that feeling; one of unease and unrest and almost a haunted feeling that prevailed over the house, despite it not being one.
“I tell myself that the dominos were already set up before I got there— they only needed that little push to set them all going on their terrible track.
But there I was, the unknowing, necessary finger, flicking the first one into motion.”
Let's talk about Marlowe. Marlowe was fun, smart and a bit of an oddball with her self-deprecating view of herself, but she kept you invested in her. She had this refreshing style of narrating that made you sympathize and empathize with her emotions all at once. Grappling with her lost chance at having the girl of her dreams, she's simply trying to survive her time on an island with strangers and somehow feel a bit more valued about herself. So, when she's suddenly thrown into her own mix of danger and fear and another staggering case of the fiery flames, then I don't blame her for trying to do whatever she can to make it through another day. 😢 And she really is a good person who somehow has bad luck following her; she has a kindness to her that made it fun to see her try and work out whether the ghosts of Morning House still lingered in the shadows of the halls.
I wasn't quite prepared for the deadly mystery of the present, though; the hidden secret could have been a compelling interest, enough, had the story not veered towards the deathly events of the now. And I think that is where it faltered; for that premise has been done before - numerous times. It lacked creativity and originality and made for a rather tiresome and purposeless endeavor, especially since we did not have enough time to develop the cast's personalities and backgrounds. While not entirely flat, it was all rather - generic. Like, my heart did not ache for any of them. I liked Riki and Marlowe's interactions, though; they were - not exactly a team, but she was the one who saw most eye-to-eye with Marlowe. The outcast of her own peers who understood a little where Marlowe was coming from and was willing to help her out - even for her own gain. 🥺
Yet, there is much to be said about the past scenes that totally made it feel less like a mystery and more like a bedtime story.
“But they had not been idle remarks. They were the key to everything, and she had missed their meaning.”
When I read a mystery - I want to solve the mystery; I don't want it handed to me on a silver platter. I want to solve it alongside the characters. And sadly, this was the very case, here. 🤦🏻♀️ It becomes very clear from the get-go what exactly went down; it's hard not to infer what the motive was behind the murder, which dimmed any thought or speculation into that aspect. I mean, yes, I agree that it is the past and we need someone to confirm the real reason behind what happened, but to have it so blatantly explained - forthright?? Where is the thrill of anticipation? Where is the sense of unease? Where is the heightened tension? 😩
There was so much potential to paint out the details of how the murder took place, rather than literally handing it to us! And it felt so sad that death seemed to just follow the family afterwards; in a roundabout way, I feel that there is a slight connection that the author was leaning towards. How it was really just a happening of misfortune that led to their deaths, much like Marlowe's own misgivings. But, I can't overlook that disgruntled and unsatisfied feeling that wormed its way into my heart, as I read the past perspectives. 😕 It made it seem like such lazy writing that I could not even feel as satisfied as those who needed everything to be revealed to them. I did not even need that closing chapter to figure out what really went down with one of the family members.
It is a shame because the idea of the Ralston family had promise; they were by-products of a very unusual father, with an upbringing that essentially devised who and why they felt they had to behave in a certain way and how that would eventually destroy them. 😟 And initially, when we take into account the final revelations of the past - it really does prove the point that they had more in common than they thought. If it had been just a little bit more fleshed out, rather than everything just relayed to us - I would have felt more of its impact. There were so many interesting facets to their dynamic that if it had not switched perspectives so haphazardly, it would have been interesting to see how it would have really played out.
“Nothing freakish about it, and nothing wrong with freaks. People love, have always loved, dark shit. And this place has a good story.”
If I were to divide the narratives, then the present definitely had slightly a bit more of a grip than the past; and it has to do with the simple fact that the characters had to figure out something there. Being told what exactly happened in the past, even to satiate one's own curiosity could have been approached in a much more convincing and engaging manner. 😮💨 The only redeeming factor that I can think of is that there really was no other way to tell us what really happened. But, at the time while reading, it just lost all steam and momentum as the details of the events were literally told to me - and I had already surmised most of what really happened, so --- Not a very compelling mystery, after all. 😔