As The Evenings Darken, R.I.P. VI Draws to a Close …

“Regardless of what my thermometer tells me, my heart tells me that autumn is here and that it is once again time to revel in things ghostly and ghastly, in stories of things that go bump in the night. It is time to trail our favorite detectives as they relentlessly chase down their prey, to go down that dark path into the woods, to follow flights of fantasy and fairy tale that have a darker heart than their spring time brethren. To confront gothic, creepy, horror stories in all their chilling delight.”

It was an invitation I couldn’t possibly refuse.

I have read wonderful books:

The Poison Tree by Erin Kelly
Ghastly Business by Louise Levene
The Baskerville Legacy by John O’Connell
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
What They Do in the Dark by Amanda Coe.
A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness
The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Two Emilys by Sophia Lee
Midwinter Sacrifice by Mons Kallentoft

I have read about many more.

And I’m still reading:

Tales of Terror from The Tunnel’s Mouth by Chris Priestley

Wonderful seasonal reading!

What have you been reading as the evenings darken?

The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The invitation to a group read of The House of the Seven Gables, extended by Frances and Audrey was enticing, but I hesitated. My only previous experience with Hawthorne, ‘The Scarlet Letter’, was less than happy. In fact it was hard work.

But something about this book called me. I never could resist a book about a house …

“Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm.”

An opening chapter reveals much of the history of the house.

A house built on disputed land.

One party to that dispute was Matthew Maule, a man tried and executed for witchcraft. From the scaffold he curse Colonel Pynchon, the man who finally won the land and the man he blamed for his demise.

Colonel Pynchon won the land, built his great house, but there was much to suggest that he and his family were cursed …

I was entranced. That chapter read beautifully, the story was simple and yet it seemed so rich. I saw many possibilities, and I quite forgot that I had expected Hawthorne to be difficult.

And then the story moved forward, to the middle of the nineteenth century. Hawthorne’s age.

The house was still home to the Pynchon family, but their circumstances had been very much reduced. There was  Hepzibah, an elderly spinster struggling to make a living from a cent shop. There was her brother, Clifford, who has recently been freed from prison, and who may be a broken man. There was Holgrave, a lodger, who worked as a daguerreotypist and who studied the past. And there was Phoebe, a young cousin, newly arrived from the country, who held the household together.

Each character was beautifully drawn, and I was fascinated as I watched their interactions, as I watched their daily lives as I wondered just where the author was going to take me.

The story was rich with symbolism, and full of questions about guilt, retribution, atonement …

The intervention of another member of their family, the greedy and ambitious Judge Pyncheon, brought the story to a head.

The resolution was simple but perfect.

And now I really don’t know what to write.

I have said little about the plot, because it is elaborate and I can’t separate it from the rest of the book. The context, the history, the symbolism, the themes …

There is so much in this book, far too much still buzzing in my head for me to write coherently.

All I can say is that I have read, I have reacted, and I have conquered my fear of Hawthorne.