This is a good example of why that “show, don’t tell” adage gets tossed around so much: when you’re reading a book by an author who doesn’t show, it is literally the only thing you can focus on.
I don’t understand how an editor actually looked over this and left all fifty billion uses of “more slowly”, “more quickly”, “more loudly”, “more XYZ”, over slower, faster, louder, etc. I don’t get how nobody suggested cutting out at least some of the repetitious exposition and hammering in of points that were already made (or that the author pretended she made earlier so that she didn’t have to actually write character development). I don't get how nobody pointed out the inconsistencies, the predictability, or the lack of atmosphere.
Our protagonist, Jemma, is incapable of making observations in her internal voice or experiencing the world via her senses. Every interaction she has, everything she touches, and everything she eats, is all conveyed by third-person-limited narration which tells us exactly how she feels about it and why. No object ever has an interesting texture, food has no particular taste, the property has no particular features, the weather ceases to exist after chapter 1, but dammit if you aren’t going to be told 45 times about Jemma’s flat response to these nondescript things.
There’s none of that rich descriptive/sensory language that makes Gothic horror work so well; the protagonist may as well be a ghost herself for the way she’s written like she can’t engage with the book she’s in. It just felt dry, flat, and both under and overwritten. Even after spending almost 400 pages with them, I couldn't picture the characters. As is, there's no reason for this to be so long, and although this is of course subjective, as I was reading this I couldn't stop thinking that it would be so much better if it was written in first person. Being able to actually get inside Jemma's head would have been nothing but a benefit to this book IMO.
And hey, were you maybe wondering about any of the actual interesting stuff that was going on in the background? Maybe wanting some more of that? Well, sucks to be you!
Jemma’s mental health struggles end up being completely irrelevant despite being mentioned and built up so often that you’d think they would end up being the crux of the plot. Multiple interesting angles/tidbits are abandoned after they're mentioned. The backstory with Fosette and what she was keeping in her room would have been so much more powerful if I knew what Fosette looked like, had more context for it, understood the way she behaved as a character, or was offered any resolution on the matter aside from Jemma kind-of-sort-of mentioning it at the end but not actually putting the name to what she saw. I'm not saying I want things spelled out for me, but if the alternative is half the book being irrelevant and underdeveloped, I'm not sure I think that's a worthwhile compromise either??
Jemma also shows a weird lack of urgency and is generally inconsistent, though the narration insists she's trying and wants to figure everything out. She flat-out ignores a lot of painfully obvious hints, and she's rarely in a hurry to investigate evidence when it's found. (The amount of time she spent ignoring the book that a spirit threw off the shelf at her on I think three separate occasions?? The way she went to bed and returned to the evidence at her leisure, maybe even a few days later, every time she made a breakthrough?? Despite the very serious time crunch??)
I also don’t think this book does the best job portraying segregation, Jim Crow, colorism, and general racism in 1960s America / during the civil rights movement. Not terrible, but really not the best. The way the author wove the struggles Jemma faces through both plot points and day-to-day interactions was something I enjoyed; however, I think the issues are far too oversimplified and not done justice. The writing is too amateur for the themes, and the author is trying to do so much and hit so many massive topics that none of it worked.
With all that said, I think this book shows potential. If the execution was better, I might have loved this. The family, the setting, the backstory, and the house are all perfect pieces for an amazing Gothic horror. I wouldn’t say I liked this, but it also doesn’t deserve one star. There were good bones to this story and I wanted it to work. Ultimately, this didn’t have the emotional depth to be disturbing or affecting despite the fact that the topics covered (incest, racism, slavery, suicide, the list goes on) are inarguably disturbing and affecting subjects.
TLDR Gothic horror with a lack of sensory detail is always such a bummer, and I really don’t think this has earned the title of “Gothic” OR “horror.” This isn’t even thriller-scary, never mind horror. Plus, I don’t think I believe in forgiveness to the borderline ludicrous extent that this book suggests is healthy, and I struggle to reconcile with the assertion that forgiveness is always an option.