A skin-prickling, parapsychological-investigative novel follows a cast of clout-chasers, truth-seekers, and researchers as they camp in a lighthouse infamous for its dark history of frightful events. In modern terms, FAFO but with more objectivity and in pursuit of truth and knowledge.
Prompted by anecdotes, the characters, equipped with a variety of tech, attempt to explain the lighthouse’s chilling history. Meaningfully, the perceived supernatural events are rationalised within both a naturalistic framework (based on empirical observation) and a phenomenological one (focusing on lived experience and perception). The novel’s appeal lies in the formulation of theories coloured by personal histories, knowledge, interests, motives, and biases. The plot is stirred further by frequent equipment malfunctions which distort perception and time, causing recordings to become shorter, fragmented, or unintelligible, punctuated by temporary moments of clarity and terror.
Without discounting the possibility that some phenomena exist beyond scientific explanation, this reflection is arguably my own attempt at self-preservation; the writing can make it easy to forget its fictional nature. Make of it what you will, my literary notes and personal reflections follow:
A central tension in the novel is the ever-present possibility that many events may be explained as natural phenomena or engineered occurrences rather than purely supernatural, raising doubts about whether a truly sinister force is at work, though some characters are quicker to lean towards ghosts and supernatural causes than others. Notably, lighthouse’s unique architecture and geographical location create conditions conducive to white noise, exposure to which can induce illusions, hallucinations, or psychotic symptoms, particularly in individuals at risk of psychotic disorders. This occurs as the brain, ever pattern-seeking, fills gaps by interpreting random sounds as meaningful. Moreover, prolonged exhaustion and agitation (from climbing hundreds of steps), poor lighting that casts shadows, inadequate nutrition and being huddled up in an unfamiliar environment with strangers can, when taken together, produce psychosomatic symptoms. Combined with expectancy bias, anything unusual may be interpreted as (not) supernatural by those actively searching or denying it.
Things can get so bad that one might properly question whether it is meaningful to distinguish the two (supernatural or not), since in either case, they are powerless to resist an inevitable collapse. The frequency and unhinged nature of the events make any attempt at logical explanation look out of depth by comparison, by which point, the novel takes on a truly frightening character.
For fans of ghost hunters, paranormal investigators etc.
“Ghosts are feelings of the past making themselves known to the present”
“I don’t want to sensationalise or trivialise, I just want to find closure and some level of understanding”
“I want to go home…There’s evil here… it’s lurking above the stairway and slumber upon the catwalk. It breathes the salt of the ocean and exhales darkness… I can feel it oozing through the stonewalls and slithering into my skin. It’s swimming in my veins… I can feel it eating my brain”