We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Shirley Jackson, 1962
A village hates two sisters, and inside their house a strict, loving order holds. Then a cousin arrives, and the order begins to crack.
Shirley Jackson
Feels like family, dread and unease.
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Jackson wrote the novel in 1962 while ill and increasingly housebound in Bennington, Vermont, raising four children in a house her folklorist husband filled with books.
A self-portrait in dislikes, lucky fingers, and one very flat sentence.
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-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead. Books by Shirley Jackson
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Shirley Jackson, 1962
A fiercely private young woman describes the house and family rituals that keep the outside world at bay—and make every ordinary detail feel ominous.
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