Loretta Davenport appears to be the perfect 1950s housewife, with two loving children and a doting husband who is an assistant professor at the local Bible college. After a bad bout of the flu, Loretta begins having unsettling visions - she believes they are sent by God, yet her husband believes they are the work of the devil. Loretta tries to understand and control these visions with the help of acclaimed parapsychologist Dr Curtis Hansen, but as her world literally and figuratively crumbles around her, and her visions become more intense, she will discover that sometimes evil is closer to home than you think.
A few of my favourite horror podcasts had flagged this as an upcoming release they were really excited about, so when I saw it on NetGalley, it was an immediate request. This book started off so promisingly - it has an excellent first line - but after the first few chapters, it quickly descended into your regular run of the mill predictable suburban thriller, with a sappy romance subplot to boot (if this is your wheelhouse then you might love it!). At times I felt like I was watching an episode of bad 90s supernatural TV like The Ghost Whisperer or Charmed and almost DNF.
Even if it fits the parameter for Gothic fiction, I never got that sense of unease and terror that I have from other Gothic novels - the author cites Shirley Jackson as a huge inspiration, but this had none of the subtlety and brilliance of Shirley Jackson.
Although I felt that the book evoked a sense of voice, place and time well (if a little stereotypically), I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was reading about a mid-century housewife’s experience written through a modern lens, and was therefore a bit inauthentic. The book covers a lot of sensitive subject matter, including the mental and physical load of women and mothers; post-natal depression; religious abuse; misogyny; domestic violence; alcoholism and the taboo of being LGBTQI+ in the 1950s, however I think it tried to cover too much ground, and felt as though some of those topics were inserted just to try to redress the issue because we know now better. Another gripe I had was that the falling apart of the house didn’t add anything to the story and seemed to just be there for the easy metaphorical comparison to the protagonist’s life falling apart.
I have read a lot of excellent reviews of this book, yet I found it cheesy and predictable - a total summer read. I was under the impression that it was going to lean more towards the literary Gothic, and perhaps if my expectations were not so high, I wouldn’t have been so let down, but I can’t imagine I would have liked it any more than I did.
Thanks to NetGalley and Lake Union Publishing for this ARC in exchange for my honest opinion