This is a classically gothic novel, neo-Victorian and set in an imaginary county in Northern Ireland, Duncain. The setting is a crumbling old mansion (when isn’t it?), which has overgrown gardens, crumbling masonry, a generally neglected air. It is damp and wet. The weather and the house. All the tropes are lined up. There are seances and a creepy and sinister housekeeper. Alice Croften is the protagonist. She has left home and got married, living in London with her husband Algernon. She returns to the ancestral home following the death of her father, alone.
There ensues a rambling series of gothic events. Plenty of tropes around insanity, Alice’s mother appears to have severe mental health problems. The housekeeper is aggressive and unpleasant. Alice’s younger sister Elsie pops up periodically and mysteriously. The place appears to be haunted and as you would expect from an old house there are bumps, creaks and noises. A couple of other people appear every now and then and hold seances. Alice herself appears to have a combination of petulance and passivity. The whole is atmospheric and claustrophobic.
There is a good deal of manipulation occurring. None of the characters are particularly sympathetic and soon it becomes clear we are heading towards one of two endings. Either Alice has imagined the husband and life in London and has never left home, or she is being manipulated for some nefarious purpose.
The problem here is that the plot rambles for most of the book before sharpening up for the last fifty pages. Most of it didn’t engage me and I think you can over use the tropes, it was all a bit much: Alice was irritating and far too passive.