Seductively written, Herbert's rendering of the Hawthorne family's psychological life is not without startling insight and beautiful nuances. Yet Herbert's sensational interpretation is heavily laden with Freudian psychoanalysis. The obsession with sexuality that permeates Herbert's version of the Hawthorne family is grossly unbalanced and grotesquely Gothic, distorting the truth of the narrative into a lamentably contorted monstrosity. In fact the narrative becomes rather tiresome in the author's pedantic and exaggerated attention to sexual nuances. Nor does it present a fair, balanced, or accurate representation of the Hawthorne's familial relationships.