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@Read E-pub ì We Have Always Lived in the Castle Ü My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise, I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death cap mushroom Everyone else in my family is dead Pretty language and creepy atmosphere mix with a plot I was expecting a littlefrom I kept thinking, any minute now any minute now this is going to blow a part in my hair any minute now I m going to think Where has this book been all my life any minute now I m going to see what everyone else sees in this book and cream my acid washed Jordaches And then it ended YupThe unreliable narrator worked well, and the agoraphobic feel of the piece was certainly established but I Pretty language and creepy atmosphere mix with a plot I was expecting a littlefrom I kept thinking, any minute now any minute now this is going to blow a part in my hair any minute now I m going to think Where has this book been all my life any minute now I m going to see what everyone else sees in this book and cream my acid washed Jordaches And then it ended YupThe unreliable narrator worked well, and the agoraphobic feel of the piece was certainly established but I didn t really care There is no doubt that Jackson was a master of vivid imagery Even if the story was beautifully drawn, there was nothing here that caught my eye Look at it this way you can paint the most realistic image of a cantaloupe, a piece of artwork that looks as if you can just reach out and grab one of those gorgeous melons and bite right into that fucker, but at the end of the day, it s only a picture of a fucking cantaloupe This is possibly my hang up because I was expecting my testicles to explode because of awesome overload and instead they only began tingling slightly Maybe I ll reread it later in life and come to realize its brilliance In summation I don t see what all the fuss is about, but then again, I ve never been a fan of Goth lit Shirley J sets the tone, but, in my opinion, never follows through Final Judgment A relaxing massage without the happy ending Bizarre, strange, haunting, sinister, disturbing, twisted, foreboding, suffocatingly claustrophobic, leaving you with the ever growing sense of unease What else can I say about this book to give it justice This is a chillingly terrifying story that has nothing to do with the things that go BUMP in the night No, it s the odd terror that comes when things go BUMP in the mind And the most terrifying things are those that are left unsaid, that creep up at you from behind the printed lines, just h Bizarre, strange, haunting, sinister, disturbing, twisted, foreboding, suffocatingly claustrophobic, leaving you with the ever growing sense of unease What else can I say about this book to give it justice This is a chillingly terrifying story that has nothing to do with the things that go BUMP in the night No, it s the odd terror that comes when things go BUMP in the mind And the most terrifying things are those that are left unsaid, that creep up at you from behind the printed lines, just hinted at and left for your own brain to chillingly realizeMy name is Mary Katherine Blackwood I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death cup mushroom Everyone else in our family is deadBehind the events of the story is the mystery of the Blackwood family, rich New England landowners who are quite well aware of their presumed class snobbish superiority over the inhabitants of the nearby village the family which is in turn met with distrust, fear and even hatred not quite unfounded, actually You see, six years ago half of the members of the Blackwood family were poisoned by arsenic in their food Three are left Uncle Julian, left crippled by the poison, hanging on to the remnants of his mind, obsessed with the tragedy of the day of the murder Constance, an agoraphobiac trapped in the narrow confines of her domestic universe, cooking for the remnants of her family with a strained chirpy attitude a young woman who was also the cook on the day of the fateful arsenic poisoning and therefore is considered the poisoner in the eyes of the villagers and Mary Katherine, Merricat, the narrator of the story, now eighteen, who was sent to her room without dinner on the day of the poisoning, who now serves as a link between her diminished and scorned family and the rest of the world.For a careful reader, the identity of the poisoner is really very easy to figure out after the first few pages The psychological impact is never about the identity, it s about the implications of it And that s what gives it a real punchI am going to put death in all their food and watch them dieThis strange little family survives without ever deviating from their strict routines, remaining shut off from the outside world until one day an unexpected arrival threatens the fragile stability of the family and of Merricat s mind And the events that follow lead to the scariest and saddest ending presented in the most chillingly subtle way possibleI would have liked to come into the grocery some morning and see them all, even the Elberts and the children, lying there crying with the pain of dying I would help myself to groceries, I thought, stepping over their bodies, taking whatever I fancied from the shelves, and go home, with perhaps a kick for Mrs.Donell while she lay there I was never sorry when I had thoughts like this I only wished they would come trueOur narrator, Merricat Blackwood, is not a character you can easily forget She is written with such skill, with such vividness, with such persuasion that the pages come alive with her bizarre voice of a seemingly adult woman forever trapped in neverending childhood, in the world of twisted magical reality of strange rituals and special objects and strict routine that can never be changed, or elseOn Sunday morning the change was one day nearer I was resolute about not thinking my three magic words and would not let them into my mind, but the air of change was so strong that there was no avoiding it change lay over the stairs and the kitchen and the garden like fog I would not forget my magic words they were MELODY GLOUCESTER PEGASUS, but I refused to let them into my mindAnd the scariest thing of all to me was howandenthralling Merricat s voice became with every page, with every minute spent inside her head, until it s hard not to take her side despite all the implications that it carries, despite reason suggesting otherwise, despite knowledge of what s going on And that s when you realize the magnetic pull Merricat has, holding her little world together in the ways that suit her little world it may be, but it s wholly her own, steadily holding against anything that can be perceived as a disturbance, an interference, a threat And the words of her little game in the summerhouse take on a new resonanceBow your heads to our beloved Mary Katherine or you will be deadI found this book deeply disturbing in its deceiving simplicity, and scarily engrossing the book written by an oddball ostracized agoraphobiac obsessed with food and trapped in her own little universe by the last years of her life Shirley Jackson s Constance and Merricat, securely huddled in their own little corner of the world, not accepted but feared and left alone, the heart of legends and superstitions was it in a way a cry for help or an unattainable dream I don t know, and I think I sleep better precisely because I don t know.Unflinching 5 stars and a shudder at the seemingly so innocent of an endingOh Constance, we are so happy This book is a masterpiece It is short and spare and written in crystal clear prose, yet so evocative that it is richer in nuance than most good novels twice its size It is so good I could kick myself for not reading it years ago, yet so mythic I am convinced I have known it always, like a tragic folktale or a chilling childhood dream And yet, for all its grimness, it is essentially a comedy darkly, transcendently, funny.The Blackwood sisters 28 year old Constance and 18 year old Mary Kathar This book is a masterpiece It is short and spare and written in crystal clear prose, yet so evocative that it is richer in nuance than most good novels twice its size It is so good I could kick myself for not reading it years ago, yet so mythic I am convinced I have known it always, like a tragic folktale or a chilling childhood dream And yet, for all its grimness, it is essentially a comedy darkly, transcendently, funny.The Blackwood sisters 28 year old Constance and 18 year old Mary Katharine live in a big old house on the outskirts of town They are fitfully persecuted by the locals, who are convinced one of them is a murderer their whole family with the exception of scatterbrained Uncle Julian was poisoned with arsenic six years ago Now the three survivors along with their black cat Jonas are living together in deliberate tranquility, when long lost cousin Charles arrives on their doorstep, barely concealing his interest in the lovely Constance and the Blackwood family estate.The narrative voice of Merrycat nickname for Mary Katherine is perhaps the most distinctive thing about the novel Deceptively childlike, obsessed with omens, magic words, and lucky days, Merrycat is nevertheless a clear and sharp eyed observer of the day to day events of her world Her naive shrewdness speaks to us like Huckleberry Finn s, her quirkiness charms us like Holden Caulfield s, yet she possesses a distance, a reserve, that is all her own.Those of you who read novels like autobiographies will find tantalizing tidbits here The local village resembles Jackson s North Bennington, Vermont, a place Jackson always felt treated her family as outsiders college eggheads, Democrats, atheists, Jews and provided her the inspiration for her notorious early success, The Lottery The two sisters were inspired by Jackson s two daughters, the placid and cautious Constance by Joanne and the superstitious and daring Merrycat by Sarah But of course Jackson drew on herself for inspiration too, particularly from her fascination with witchcraft and sympathetic magic and her persistent, crippling agoraphobia And Cousin Charles resembles her husband, in his critical comments about the housekeeping and his continual concerns about money Although husband Stanley was a literary critic, his wife Shirley was the literary cash cow of the family, and he once calculated precisely how much money was lost whenever his wife wasted her valuable time composing a letter to a friend Perhaps what I like best about the book besides the dark humor, and the voice of Merrycat of course is its sweet and sad conclusion After the destruction has passed and gone a climax which reveals the full impact of the novel s title we witness a family rebuild an old life out of love, and even glimpse a little human compassion for a change It is the twilight happiness of Shakespeare s Winter s Tale and The Tempest, the kind of happiness Lear and Cordelia might have enjoyed, if they had lived.Here is the novel s famous first paragraph, which gives you a good idea of Merrycat s distinctive voice My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death cap mushroom Everyone else in my family is dead. You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine Is it still in use You are wondering has it been cleaned You may very well ask was it thoroughly washed This book is looney tune I m not even sure about some things that happened One of my GR friends needs to message me so we can discuss some things on this book Of course no one will read this so it s a mute point So Constance, Merricat, and Uncle Julian live in the home together with all of their land enclosed The rest of the You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine Is it still in use You are wondering has it been cleaned You may very well ask was it thoroughly washed This book is looney tune I m not even sure about some things that happened One of my GR friends needs to message me so we can discuss some things on this book Of course no one will read this so it s a mute point So Constance, Merricat, and Uncle Julian live in the home together with all of their land enclosed The rest of the family were killed Merricat is the only one that leaves to get groceries and books in town where she is picked on by everyone I loved her macabre thoughts of all the said people being dead She had a lot of different macabre thoughts through out the book The book was just so strange and I enjoyed that, even though it made me feel crazier than I am They had some jerk uncle that showed up trying to find their fortune I was hoping he was going to meet a macabre end himself But alas, he did not And I m a bit confused at the ending Hopefully someone can help me out Either way, I enjoyed the book Mel