Going back to sleep ... DEBUT SKILLS SHINE!
Review to follow this weekend-
Gorgeous atmospheric experiences....
literary- psychological thriller ....
clever, beautifully written.... breathtaking descriptions...
REVIEW:
This is beautifully written debut.....(combo/ infusion mix of genres) > stunning blend of literary fiction and mystery thriller. I loved the book. There are a lot of descriptions— (which often can be too much), but I found the descriptions in this book exhilarating, birthed from a wonderful imagination.
I WAS THERE...TRANSPORTED....into the different rooms > spooky, eerie, dark....with stories of clowns, witches, and pirates. What’s sooooo unusual for me is I’m just not a witchie-clownie-pirate type of girl. BUT THIS WAS DIFFERENT....( very different)... balanced with suspense...love...betrayal...revenge...and redemption.
Carole Johnstone is a writer to keep an eye on....her talent is spellbinding noticeable. An author I might compare her to is Daphne Du Maurier.
A LITTLE ABOUT THE STORY....[ but NO SPOILERS]
“Cat lives in Los Angeles, about as far away as she can get from her estranged twin sister El and No. 36 Westeryk Road, the imposing Gothic house in Edinburgh where they grew up. As girls, they invented Mirrorland, a dark, imaginary place under the pantry stairs full of pirates, witches, and clowns.
These days Cat rarely thinks about their childhood home,
or the fact that El now lives there with her husband”.
Cat returns home to the grand old house - after El had mysteriously disappeared after going out on a sailboat.
I loved the contrast descriptions between modern city condo living in sunny Southern California, (Venice Beach), and the grand old house, in Edinburg...with it’s landscape, windy swaying of the green orchard surrounding the mansion...
and the old house (a main character), itself.
At the beginning of the story, we get a photo of the layout of the house in the UK...
On the ground floor we see the kitchen, the pantry, the drawing room, The wash house, the exercise yard, and the orchard and grounds that surround the house.
On the rear end of the house,
there is a Princess Tower, The Clown Café, The Kakadu Jungle, The Donkshop, The Landing, and a bathroom.
THE OLD HOUSE .....LIVED LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER FOR ME
The story begins with the prologue September 5, 1998
An enchanting tidbit that tickled my pleasure bone right away was that El, was the nickname for Ellice.
I loved it.
With my name being Elyse...
I think I would have enjoyed friends calling me El sometimes ( god knows my name was dissected in so many other ways growing up)
Ok... back to our story...
I was hooked immediately!
Teeth chattering, bodies shivering, choppy waters, a loud splash, chilly winds, a sweater, a smell of blood?, a smile....
El and Cat smiled at each other. They said they would never leave each other.
“We will not leave each other”.
It was the day that their second life began.
I WAS CURIOUS....and/but....as I said before ‘because’ the descriptions were so interesting themselves ...( very creative storytelling)... I never felt rushed to need to know the final result to ‘the mystery’.... but OMG....I’m sure no reader saw that ending coming. I enjoyed being surprised....but it was the ‘entire’ crafting-storytelling I enjoyed.
So.....
After a long flight from Los Angeles to the UK ( lots of wine for Cat while on a seven hour layover)...
Cat is back home. She is greeted by Ross, El’s husband.
Ross was in London - when El took the sailboat out alone.
Ross, a clinical psychologist, was at a psychopharmacology conference. By the time he got back home, El had already been missing for at least five hours.
It was definitely odd - with mixed emotions—Cat being back in her old house - filled with childhood memories.
“The Clown Cafe was solely El’s invention: a richly imagined roadside American diner, with walls of red and white and glass tubes of pink neon. An Old record player was a jukebox playing fifties Elvis”.
As kids, Cat and El played in the Clown Cafe. It was their their favorite hiding places in the world—they played dress-up, made up stories, ate fried donuts.
As Cat looks around the house all these years later— many memories come strolling back.
Their grandpa was deaf enough that’s the entire house new every single football result by the end of a Saturday afternoon.
He listen on a radio
There was never a TV in the house only their grandpa‘s radio.
“Mum had many rules, but that we should read, that we could learn everything we ever needed to know in life from Books, was absolute and never wavered”.
Ross thinks El is dead. The search team thinks she’s dead. Cat knows she’s not.
Cat knew El ( her twin) in ways nobody did. Cat would have felt it — if she was dead.....(?)
A few facts...
....El hasn’t accessed either of her bank accounts since she disappeared.
....she hasn’t contacted anyone or turned on her phone.
....Ross found El’s passport exactly where it always is.
....El, Ellice MacAuley, was first reported missing by the Royal Forth Yacht Club’s Bomann at approximately 6:30 PM on April 3rd.
There are more few ‘questionable’ facts:
....El loved both her sister, Cat, and her husband, Ross.
....Neither shame or grief can erase Cat’s memory of El’s cleverness, her sometimes casual cruelty. Cat doesn’t trust El.
....many more ‘questionable’ to untangle.
There is an investigation. We meet Detective Inspector Rafiq ( Kate), and detective sergeant, Logan.
We contemplate Cat’s thoughts about El, often wondering if she is reliable character or not.
This is a very intelligent mystery thriller....very atmospheric & visual....
One, I think would make for a great movie.
A couple of excerpts:
“The house was more than old memories. It was like a museum, a mausoleum. Or a moment of catastrophe, preserved like a body trapped under pumice and ash”.
It’s where Cat, El, Mum, and Grandpa lived.
“I’m smiling as I look around at the wonky beige wood units. At the old boiler, it’s silver flue plugged into a hidden chimney that was forever trapping birds. Are used to listen to them, scratching and flapping, that sounds muffled as if they were underwater. Beneath the old hanging clothes rack, there’s a new Smeg fridge-freezer, an incongruent sapphire blue. I am beyond the towering Georgian window, with its many small glass panels framed with hardwood glazing bars, the old apple trees sit and sway”.
Bedrooms 12345
Every room in the house apart from the kitchen had a bell pull: a brass-and-ceramic lever connected to long copper wires hidden inside the walls.
Whenever El or Cat wanted to guess which room’s bell pull had been pulled by the other, they would stand inside the entrance hall instead.
“A rudimentary telepathy test that convinced no one because each bell also had a distinctive peal”.
They had their, “There’s a monster in this house”, games.
Towards the beginning of the book there was a quote by Alexandre Dumas from his book, “The Count of Monte Cristo” ( on my list to read this year)....
“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only dream forever”.
5 very enjoyable stars
Thank you Scriber, Netgalley, and the talented Carole Johnstone