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We Have Always Lived in the Castle [PDF] ❤ We Have Always Lived in the Castle By Shirley Jackson – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk 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 middl My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood I Always Lived PDF ✓ 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, We Have eBook ´ 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.


10 thoughts on “We Have Always Lived in the Castle

  1. Nataliya Nataliya says:

    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


  2. Bill Kerwin Bill Kerwin says:

    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.


  3. Melissa ♥ Dog/Wolf Lover ♥ Martin Melissa ♥ Dog/Wolf Lover ♥ Martin says:

    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


  4. Miranda Reads Miranda Reads says:

    What you think you know, you don tSeveral years ago, someone poisoned the sugar bowl at the last Blackwood family dinner, resulting in the death of nearly every family member Only the two sisters Merricat and Constance and their ailing uncle Julian remain on the secluded estate but they are not the same as they once were Since that fateful day, each remaining member has become slightly unhinged much to the gossiping villagers horror and delight.Merricat has a wistful, gentle insanity What you think you know, you don tSeveral years ago, someone poisoned the sugar bowl at the last Blackwood family dinner, resulting in the death of nearly every family member Only the two sisters Merricat and Constance and their ailing uncle Julian remain on the secluded estate but they are not the same as they once were Since that fateful day, each remaining member has become slightly unhinged much to the gossiping villagers horror and delight.Merricat has a wistful, gentle insanity Constance has petrifying agoraphobia and Uncle Julian is on a loop constantly obsessing over discovering what happened during the last Blackwood dinner.Everyone in the village wonders, constantly, which one of them could have done itThen a mysterious cousin comes into town with shrouded motives and a pushy personality Merricat decides she must get rid of him before he discovers who killed the Blackwoods but how will she accomplish this with suspicious villagers crowding in at all sides and his own stubbornness to contend with Bizarre and haunting throughout the writing is beautiful and the story is riveting.I was absolutely swept into this story I absolutely loved the characters Merricat was both chilling and sweet Constance was almost scarily rigid and yet loving towards her sister Uncle Julian swung from senile to insane I couldn t tear my eyes away.I loved the way the author managed the characters All of their personalities shifted subtly during the story each one becominganddisturbed, which of course sucked me deeper into this story I could not find out who was the killer and theI read, the less I wanted to know The ending came upon me like a horror creeping in the night This is definitely one I d recommendAudiobook CommentsRead by Bernadette Dunne she was absolutely perfect Her haunting voice breathed life into this novelYouTube Blog Instagram Twitter Snapchat miranda.reads Happy Reading


  5. Michael Michael says:

    My favorite Shirley Jackson novel A masterpiece of unreliable narration and of the eerie relationship between childishness and horror.I m now re reading this for a December group read, so I thought I d update this review as I go.A lot has already been written about the masterful opening paragraph of this book, so I ll focus instead on the opening chapter It basically involves the narrator, Merricat, walking into town to do some shopping Sounds boring It s anything but that Shirley Jackson u My favorite Shirley Jackson novel A masterpiece of unreliable narration and of the eerie relationship between childishness and horror.I m now re reading this for a December group read, so I thought I d update this review as I go.A lot has already been written about the masterful opening paragraph of this book, so I ll focus instead on the opening chapter It basically involves the narrator, Merricat, walking into town to do some shopping Sounds boring It s anything but that Shirley Jackson uses this mundane task to show the intense hostility between the Blackwood family and the town, as well as to show Merricat s rather unusual character She s childish and playful I played a game when I did the shopping I thought about the children s games where the board is marked into little spaces and each player moves according to a throw of the dice The library was my start and the black rock was my goal And as she navigates this terrain full of landmines in the form of other people who taunt her and laugh at her, she can t help flashing her own hostility They saw me at once, and I thought of them rotting away and curling in pain and crying out loud I wanted them doubled up and crying on the ground in front of me Until at last she reaches the sanctuary of her home.It s a sanctuary that s as much magical as physical I had to put down the shopping bag to open the lock on the gate it was a simple padlock and any child could have broken it, but on the gate was a sign saying PRIVATE NO TRESPASSING and no one could go past that And then she sees the most important person in her life, her sister Constance, and her Uncle Julian the last surviving members of her family But almost immediately, that sanctuary is violated Helen Clarke and Mrs Wright come to tea, and we see Merricat fretting over what this will do to Constance, whether she s strong enough for visitors There s a jealousy in Merricat that reminds me of the jealousy Eleanor has regarding Theodora in The Haunting of Hill House a subterranean feeling that comes out in flashes of anger, like when Merricat smashes the milk pitcher in the kitchen.The scene with Helen Clarke and Mrs Wright is also notable for its comedy how everyone keeps dancing around the subject of the family deaths, except that Mrs Wright can t help herself, she really wants to know, and Uncle Julian isthan happy to oblige by giving a guided tour of the dining room Shirley Jackson has quite a comic touch here, though it s all undergirded by Merricat s ill feelings toward these visitors and the recognition of the horrifying tragedy that befell her family Shirley Jackson expertly ratchets up the tension by having Merricat sense something impending A change was coming, and nobody knew it but me What s wonderful about this is that it raises the tension level even as you wonder whether something really is coming or whether she s just living in her own imagination It also allows for some domestic scene setting and banter with Uncle Julian without losing the narrative drive I love when Merricat chooses three special protective words, thinking that so long as these great words were never spoken aloud no change would come She then writes the first word in jam on her toast and eats it thinking that makes her one third safe The change, of course, is cousin Charles, who arrives without much explanation and basically moves in It s clear right away that he s a gold digger, and you can sense Merricat s rising anger and panic as he threatens her entire world by threatening to marry Constance She employs her childish form of magic to try to ward him off or get him to leave, but nothing works, sending her spiraling into extremes It s clear that Merricat thinks of him as the enemy when she watches him walk into town and talk easily to all the townsfolk who ve been bullying her He s one of them, in her mind, and at that point the battle lines harden One of the subtle mysteries of this book concerns the relationship between Merricat and Uncle Julian My GR friend Nancy first pointed out, in a group discussion, that they don t really interact, except that Merricat keeps saying to herself that she ought to be nicer to him I thought this was quite a profound insight, so I read the passages againclosely and noticed the same oddity Uncle Julian says at one point that Merricat is dead, and then when Uncle Julian dies, Merricat hardly seems upset at all In fact, she seems rather relieved, claiming that now she and Constance can start over again Clearly there s something odd going on between them My guess is that Merricat feels jealous of Uncle Julian, that she really wants Constance all to herself Spoiler alert to the end Perhaps this is also a clue to the motivation behind the central crime that it was really driven by Merricat s jealous desire to have her sister all to herself Here again I see shades of Eleanor from The Haunting of Hill House And finally, at the end, Merricat gets exactly what she wants Constance all to herself And Constance herself gives herself to Merricat s superior power, gives up any hope of having her own life She cries as Charles leaves for the last time and says Merricat, I am so happy And Merricat herself echoes this sentiment in the book s final chilling line Oh Constance, she says, we are so happy


  6. Tatiana Tatiana says:

    I might be the only person in the world who thinks this book is too weird, senseless, anticlimactic and almost plotless The characters however are charismatic in their craziness It s just not my type of crazy.


  7. Felice Laverne Felice Laverne says:

    The least Charles could have done, Constance said, considering seriously, was shoot himself through the head in the drivewayHave you ever tiptoed down a hall in a dark house late at night, not sure if you really heard that bump in the night That is what reading this novel was like, in all of the best ways possible Shirley Jackson is a renowned master at the macabre, the unnerving, the Gothic genre, and this work puts her talents on full display in HD Most have read The Lottery, whethThe least Charles could have done, Constance said, considering seriously, was shoot himself through the head in the drivewayHave you ever tiptoed down a hall in a dark house late at night, not sure if you really heard that bump in the night That is what reading this novel was like, in all of the best ways possible Shirley Jackson is a renowned master at the macabre, the unnerving, the Gothic genre, and this work puts her talents on full display in HD Most have read The Lottery, whether forced by the classically inclined high school English teacher or for the pure love of the unusual, and here you will find the same masterful foreshadowing, biting eeriness and haunting cruelties found in a small town community As my Grandma used to say, You can always count on those ole townies to hide the most secrets, put on the most airs and turn on ya the quickest, and Jackson, once again, highlighted those small town characteristics in a manner that left hairs raised on the arms and resonance echoing at the finish of each chapter We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a novel about two young adult sisters, Mary Katherine and Constance, who have essentially become lepers in their small town after an incident at their family dinner table six years before that left half of their family poisoned to death, one sister on trial for murder and the other in an orphanage The women go about their lives, hardly ever even leaving their property and being openly hated by the townspeople, kept company by their ailing, eccentric uncle who loves to talk about what happened and their loyal cat, until one day a cousin comes a knocking and their lives are forever changed It slowly becomes apparent that Merricat Mary Katherine is not 100% mentally stable, as she believes she has voodoo like magical powers to protect herself, her family and her home, she has fantasies about how her dead family members should have treated her before they died, and she harbors obviously sadistic and murderous feelings towards the townspeople who tease and abuse themI would have liked to come into the grocery store some morning and see them all, even the Elberts and the children, lying there crying with the pain and dying I would then 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 thereThis story had an aspect of urban legend to it, the makings of it and the effect that it has on those who hear it, who believe it Jackson wove the tale so beautifully that I didn t even realize how engrossed in their lives a sign of truly good writing I d become until the cousin started changing the sisters routine and poking his nose around in that way that is uncomfortable for readers invested in the protagonists, in that way that makes your heart rate quicken just a touch This story was a peep behind closed doors, both literally and figuratively It was a look inside the protective bubble of recluse ness, while simultaneously being an exploration of man s nature to fear and hate what we do not, ourselves, understand It was also social commentary in that delicious way that only Southern Gothicism can offer though this novel has no clear mention of place, it is widely believed to have been set in Vermont, making it technically not Southern Gothic, though every other aspect of it is every bit that genre it tore back the layers on the small town where everyone knows your name, on the myth of genteelism, courtesy, manners, and community that we all think of from this era of writing Castle was originally published in 1962 What does it mean to be an outsider in a town like this, in a town where there is no degree of separation between any In a town that needs a common enemy to unite over in gossip and violence alike Because, you see, every bully loves a weaker kid, and there s nothingcruel than the mob mentality turned against a common enemy Don t believe me Then you haven t read The Lottery Castle was everything I d hoped it d be as a lover and writer of this genre It was the macabre dressed in politesse that made you think twice a skill extremely difficult to hone and, thus, all thelaudable when it is the oddity of family unity and where those bonds can take you, for better or for worse it was the sharp little dagger of lines like the one above and the what really happened there aspect of the dinner table happeningIt did happen I remember that it happenedEerie Easily five 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  8. Fabian Fabian says:

    A.K.A Grey Gardens by William Faulkner Are these unfortunate souls dead or alive in their domestic limbo Oh, this is one delicious yarn with plenty of turns with a terror that comes to us only by the Literary Mistress of the Dark Herself, Shirley Jackson The luxurious morbidity, the Harper Lee Goth cynicism of the book, it is all an absolute delight I am truly beginning to think that all of her books are like this one the classiest horror of ALL TIME.


  9. Julie Julie says:

    I hate you, Shirley Jackson.I HATE YOU I mean, I know you re dead and all, but still I want to drive to your haunted house in Vermont and throw rocks at your windows.I want to smash every pumpkin, carved, by your front door.I want to hold a s ance in your bedroom to summon your spirit, then I want to pull those ugly ass bobby pins from your hair, rip those ugly ass dated glasses off your nose and pull that ugly ass cable knit sweater over your face.And then I think I want to make out I hate you, Shirley Jackson.I HATE YOU I mean, I know you re dead and all, but still I want to drive to your haunted house in Vermont and throw rocks at your windows.I want to smash every pumpkin, carved, by your front door.I want to hold a s ance in your bedroom to summon your spirit, then I want to pull those ugly ass bobby pins from your hair, rip those ugly ass dated glasses off your nose and pull that ugly ass cable knit sweater over your face.And then I think I want to make out with you.Or make out with this book.Or something similar and sick.I m so confused I don t know if I feel love or hate, arousal or disgust.This book I never wanted it to end.I want to make a giant bonfire out of every shitty, worthless book I ve ever read, to provide the light to read and re read and re read and re read this book I could wish him dead until he died I could fasten him to a tree and keep him there until he grew into the trunk and bark grew over his mouth I could bury him in the hole where my box of silver dollars had been so safe until he came if he was under the ground I could walk over him, stamping my feet.Ahhhhhh Shirley Jackson s ance All Hallows Eve, Hill House, Vermont USAMidnight Bring your bobby pins, bitches


  10. Edward Lorn Edward Lorn says:

    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


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10 thoughts on “We Have Always Lived in the Castle

  1. Nataliya Nataliya says:

    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

  2. Bill Kerwin Bill Kerwin says:

    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.

  3. Melissa ♥ Dog/Wolf Lover ♥ Martin Melissa ♥ Dog/Wolf Lover ♥ Martin says:

    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

  4. Miranda Reads Miranda Reads says:

    What you think you know, you don tSeveral years ago, someone poisoned the sugar bowl at the last Blackwood family dinner, resulting in the death of nearly every family member Only the two sisters Merricat and Constance and their ailing uncle Julian remain on the secluded estate but they are not the same as they once were Since that fateful day, each remaining member has become slightly unhinged much to the gossiping villagers horror and delight.Merricat has a wistful, gentle insanity What you think you know, you don tSeveral years ago, someone poisoned the sugar bowl at the last Blackwood family dinner, resulting in the death of nearly every family member Only the two sisters Merricat and Constance and their ailing uncle Julian remain on the secluded estate but they are not the same as they once were Since that fateful day, each remaining member has become slightly unhinged much to the gossiping villagers horror and delight.Merricat has a wistful, gentle insanity Constance has petrifying agoraphobia and Uncle Julian is on a loop constantly obsessing over discovering what happened during the last Blackwood dinner.Everyone in the village wonders, constantly, which one of them could have done itThen a mysterious cousin comes into town with shrouded motives and a pushy personality Merricat decides she must get rid of him before he discovers who killed the Blackwoods but how will she accomplish this with suspicious villagers crowding in at all sides and his own stubbornness to contend with Bizarre and haunting throughout the writing is beautiful and the story is riveting.I was absolutely swept into this story I absolutely loved the characters Merricat was both chilling and sweet Constance was almost scarily rigid and yet loving towards her sister Uncle Julian swung from senile to insane I couldn t tear my eyes away.I loved the way the author managed the characters All of their personalities shifted subtly during the story each one becominganddisturbed, which of course sucked me deeper into this story I could not find out who was the killer and theI read, the less I wanted to know The ending came upon me like a horror creeping in the night This is definitely one I d recommendAudiobook CommentsRead by Bernadette Dunne she was absolutely perfect Her haunting voice breathed life into this novelYouTube Blog Instagram Twitter Snapchat miranda.reads Happy Reading

  5. Michael Michael says:

    My favorite Shirley Jackson novel A masterpiece of unreliable narration and of the eerie relationship between childishness and horror.I m now re reading this for a December group read, so I thought I d update this review as I go.A lot has already been written about the masterful opening paragraph of this book, so I ll focus instead on the opening chapter It basically involves the narrator, Merricat, walking into town to do some shopping Sounds boring It s anything but that Shirley Jackson u My favorite Shirley Jackson novel A masterpiece of unreliable narration and of the eerie relationship between childishness and horror.I m now re reading this for a December group read, so I thought I d update this review as I go.A lot has already been written about the masterful opening paragraph of this book, so I ll focus instead on the opening chapter It basically involves the narrator, Merricat, walking into town to do some shopping Sounds boring It s anything but that Shirley Jackson uses this mundane task to show the intense hostility between the Blackwood family and the town, as well as to show Merricat s rather unusual character She s childish and playful I played a game when I did the shopping I thought about the children s games where the board is marked into little spaces and each player moves according to a throw of the dice The library was my start and the black rock was my goal And as she navigates this terrain full of landmines in the form of other people who taunt her and laugh at her, she can t help flashing her own hostility They saw me at once, and I thought of them rotting away and curling in pain and crying out loud I wanted them doubled up and crying on the ground in front of me Until at last she reaches the sanctuary of her home.It s a sanctuary that s as much magical as physical I had to put down the shopping bag to open the lock on the gate it was a simple padlock and any child could have broken it, but on the gate was a sign saying PRIVATE NO TRESPASSING and no one could go past that And then she sees the most important person in her life, her sister Constance, and her Uncle Julian the last surviving members of her family But almost immediately, that sanctuary is violated Helen Clarke and Mrs Wright come to tea, and we see Merricat fretting over what this will do to Constance, whether she s strong enough for visitors There s a jealousy in Merricat that reminds me of the jealousy Eleanor has regarding Theodora in The Haunting of Hill House a subterranean feeling that comes out in flashes of anger, like when Merricat smashes the milk pitcher in the kitchen.The scene with Helen Clarke and Mrs Wright is also notable for its comedy how everyone keeps dancing around the subject of the family deaths, except that Mrs Wright can t help herself, she really wants to know, and Uncle Julian isthan happy to oblige by giving a guided tour of the dining room Shirley Jackson has quite a comic touch here, though it s all undergirded by Merricat s ill feelings toward these visitors and the recognition of the horrifying tragedy that befell her family Shirley Jackson expertly ratchets up the tension by having Merricat sense something impending A change was coming, and nobody knew it but me What s wonderful about this is that it raises the tension level even as you wonder whether something really is coming or whether she s just living in her own imagination It also allows for some domestic scene setting and banter with Uncle Julian without losing the narrative drive I love when Merricat chooses three special protective words, thinking that so long as these great words were never spoken aloud no change would come She then writes the first word in jam on her toast and eats it thinking that makes her one third safe The change, of course, is cousin Charles, who arrives without much explanation and basically moves in It s clear right away that he s a gold digger, and you can sense Merricat s rising anger and panic as he threatens her entire world by threatening to marry Constance She employs her childish form of magic to try to ward him off or get him to leave, but nothing works, sending her spiraling into extremes It s clear that Merricat thinks of him as the enemy when she watches him walk into town and talk easily to all the townsfolk who ve been bullying her He s one of them, in her mind, and at that point the battle lines harden One of the subtle mysteries of this book concerns the relationship between Merricat and Uncle Julian My GR friend Nancy first pointed out, in a group discussion, that they don t really interact, except that Merricat keeps saying to herself that she ought to be nicer to him I thought this was quite a profound insight, so I read the passages againclosely and noticed the same oddity Uncle Julian says at one point that Merricat is dead, and then when Uncle Julian dies, Merricat hardly seems upset at all In fact, she seems rather relieved, claiming that now she and Constance can start over again Clearly there s something odd going on between them My guess is that Merricat feels jealous of Uncle Julian, that she really wants Constance all to herself Spoiler alert to the end Perhaps this is also a clue to the motivation behind the central crime that it was really driven by Merricat s jealous desire to have her sister all to herself Here again I see shades of Eleanor from The Haunting of Hill House And finally, at the end, Merricat gets exactly what she wants Constance all to herself And Constance herself gives herself to Merricat s superior power, gives up any hope of having her own life She cries as Charles leaves for the last time and says Merricat, I am so happy And Merricat herself echoes this sentiment in the book s final chilling line Oh Constance, she says, we are so happy

  6. Tatiana Tatiana says:

    I might be the only person in the world who thinks this book is too weird, senseless, anticlimactic and almost plotless The characters however are charismatic in their craziness It s just not my type of crazy.

  7. Felice Laverne Felice Laverne says:

    The least Charles could have done, Constance said, considering seriously, was shoot himself through the head in the drivewayHave you ever tiptoed down a hall in a dark house late at night, not sure if you really heard that bump in the night That is what reading this novel was like, in all of the best ways possible Shirley Jackson is a renowned master at the macabre, the unnerving, the Gothic genre, and this work puts her talents on full display in HD Most have read The Lottery, whethThe least Charles could have done, Constance said, considering seriously, was shoot himself through the head in the drivewayHave you ever tiptoed down a hall in a dark house late at night, not sure if you really heard that bump in the night That is what reading this novel was like, in all of the best ways possible Shirley Jackson is a renowned master at the macabre, the unnerving, the Gothic genre, and this work puts her talents on full display in HD Most have read The Lottery, whether forced by the classically inclined high school English teacher or for the pure love of the unusual, and here you will find the same masterful foreshadowing, biting eeriness and haunting cruelties found in a small town community As my Grandma used to say, You can always count on those ole townies to hide the most secrets, put on the most airs and turn on ya the quickest, and Jackson, once again, highlighted those small town characteristics in a manner that left hairs raised on the arms and resonance echoing at the finish of each chapter We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a novel about two young adult sisters, Mary Katherine and Constance, who have essentially become lepers in their small town after an incident at their family dinner table six years before that left half of their family poisoned to death, one sister on trial for murder and the other in an orphanage The women go about their lives, hardly ever even leaving their property and being openly hated by the townspeople, kept company by their ailing, eccentric uncle who loves to talk about what happened and their loyal cat, until one day a cousin comes a knocking and their lives are forever changed It slowly becomes apparent that Merricat Mary Katherine is not 100% mentally stable, as she believes she has voodoo like magical powers to protect herself, her family and her home, she has fantasies about how her dead family members should have treated her before they died, and she harbors obviously sadistic and murderous feelings towards the townspeople who tease and abuse themI would have liked to come into the grocery store some morning and see them all, even the Elberts and the children, lying there crying with the pain and dying I would then 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 thereThis story had an aspect of urban legend to it, the makings of it and the effect that it has on those who hear it, who believe it Jackson wove the tale so beautifully that I didn t even realize how engrossed in their lives a sign of truly good writing I d become until the cousin started changing the sisters routine and poking his nose around in that way that is uncomfortable for readers invested in the protagonists, in that way that makes your heart rate quicken just a touch This story was a peep behind closed doors, both literally and figuratively It was a look inside the protective bubble of recluse ness, while simultaneously being an exploration of man s nature to fear and hate what we do not, ourselves, understand It was also social commentary in that delicious way that only Southern Gothicism can offer though this novel has no clear mention of place, it is widely believed to have been set in Vermont, making it technically not Southern Gothic, though every other aspect of it is every bit that genre it tore back the layers on the small town where everyone knows your name, on the myth of genteelism, courtesy, manners, and community that we all think of from this era of writing Castle was originally published in 1962 What does it mean to be an outsider in a town like this, in a town where there is no degree of separation between any In a town that needs a common enemy to unite over in gossip and violence alike Because, you see, every bully loves a weaker kid, and there s nothingcruel than the mob mentality turned against a common enemy Don t believe me Then you haven t read The Lottery Castle was everything I d hoped it d be as a lover and writer of this genre It was the macabre dressed in politesse that made you think twice a skill extremely difficult to hone and, thus, all thelaudable when it is the oddity of family unity and where those bonds can take you, for better or for worse it was the sharp little dagger of lines like the one above and the what really happened there aspect of the dinner table happeningIt did happen I remember that it happenedEerie Easily five 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  8. Fabian Fabian says:

    A.K.A Grey Gardens by William Faulkner Are these unfortunate souls dead or alive in their domestic limbo Oh, this is one delicious yarn with plenty of turns with a terror that comes to us only by the Literary Mistress of the Dark Herself, Shirley Jackson The luxurious morbidity, the Harper Lee Goth cynicism of the book, it is all an absolute delight I am truly beginning to think that all of her books are like this one the classiest horror of ALL TIME.

  9. Julie Julie says:

    I hate you, Shirley Jackson.I HATE YOU I mean, I know you re dead and all, but still I want to drive to your haunted house in Vermont and throw rocks at your windows.I want to smash every pumpkin, carved, by your front door.I want to hold a s ance in your bedroom to summon your spirit, then I want to pull those ugly ass bobby pins from your hair, rip those ugly ass dated glasses off your nose and pull that ugly ass cable knit sweater over your face.And then I think I want to make out I hate you, Shirley Jackson.I HATE YOU I mean, I know you re dead and all, but still I want to drive to your haunted house in Vermont and throw rocks at your windows.I want to smash every pumpkin, carved, by your front door.I want to hold a s ance in your bedroom to summon your spirit, then I want to pull those ugly ass bobby pins from your hair, rip those ugly ass dated glasses off your nose and pull that ugly ass cable knit sweater over your face.And then I think I want to make out with you.Or make out with this book.Or something similar and sick.I m so confused I don t know if I feel love or hate, arousal or disgust.This book I never wanted it to end.I want to make a giant bonfire out of every shitty, worthless book I ve ever read, to provide the light to read and re read and re read and re read this book I could wish him dead until he died I could fasten him to a tree and keep him there until he grew into the trunk and bark grew over his mouth I could bury him in the hole where my box of silver dollars had been so safe until he came if he was under the ground I could walk over him, stamping my feet.Ahhhhhh Shirley Jackson s ance All Hallows Eve, Hill House, Vermont USAMidnight Bring your bobby pins, bitches

  10. Edward Lorn Edward Lorn says:

    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

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