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Fantasy. Fiction. HTML: A haunting tale of apparitions, a cursed manor house, and two generations of women determined to discover the truth, by the author of The Ghost Writer Sell the Hall unseen; burn it to the ground and plow the earth with salt, if you will; but never live there... Constance Langton grows up in a household marked by death, her father distant, her mother in perpetual mourning for Constance's sister, the child she lost. Desperate to coax her mother back to health, Constance takes her to a s�ance; perhaps she will find comfort from beyond the grave. But the meeting has tragic consequences. Constance is left alone, her only legacy a mysterious bequest that will blight her life. So begins this brilliant and gripping novel, a dark mystery set in late-Victorian England. It is a world of apparitions, of disappearances and unnatural phenomena, of betrayal and blackmail and black-hearted villains�and of murder. Constance's bequest comes in two parts: a house and a mystery. Years before, a family disappeared at Wraxford Hall, a decaying mansion in the English countryside with a sinister reputation. Now the Hall belongs to Constance, and she must descend into the darkness at the heart of the Wraxford mystery to find the truth�even at the cost of her life..… (more)
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That is what comes to mind. Too much to the story. The story is too convoluted. Too many twist and turns. It strikes me that more depth could have been provided rather than more characters. It became difficult to keep track of who was who.
Some characters seemed to simply drop out of the
A running theme was the appearance both desired and undesired of spirits, or ghosts. There were fraudulent mediums and gifted ones. Marriages not blessed by love, broken families and blackmail. It was exhausting rather than entertaining. I cannot think of a single person that I would recommend this book to.
In the end, everything seems to come together and there’s a mostly happy ending for all involved. I actually kind of wish it weren’t such a picture-perfect ending, but the truth about Wraxford Hall was clever and it wasn’t something I saw coming.
If you’re looking for a good mystery novel, or a good intro to gothic mysteries, I would recommend The Seance. It was a very enjoyable book.
The Seance is set in Victorian England, and
This book was so good that I started it on an airplane and was really upset when the plane landed. And I hate to fly, so that says a lot. Once you get started, you won't put it down. The characters are all drawn very nicely; the atmosphere is quite creepy and gloomy, and the writing itself is quite good. Someone else who reviewed this book said that the reader must be ready to suspend disbelief, and that's probably true, but it is well worth it. I found it to be a bit predictable, but after all is said and done, I really didn't mind.
I'd definitely recommend it to people who like creepy atmosphere, a Victorian setting, stories about large gloomy houses, and people who enjoy gothic-type novels. The blurb on the back of the cover says something along the lines that the book is for fans of Wilkie Collins, and that may be correct. This is a fine piece of writing, and John Harwood is an excellent author. I was sad when the book was over; here's hoping Harwood won't keep us waiting long for the next one.
I'd love to see this made into a drama, I'm certain it would absolutely hook the viewer as the book had me hooked from start to finish. I love the writing style and read this book far too late into the night than is sensible on a weekday. I had this book on my wish list for ages before finally buying it and I can't believe I waited so long - I'll definitely be looking out for more by this author.
While in his employ, she receives a strange letter that she has inherited an old estate known as Wraxford Hall. But she's warned by the Hall's attorney, John Montague, to sell the place...as soon as she can. He gives her a handful of letters from the last known owner of the Hall, but won't say much more about the place. Even her Uncle can only offer little information. Through those letters, however, she learns of the dark history of the Hall, of the mystery surrounding the disappearances of two of its previous owners and of a young woman and her child. Intrigued, Constance sets out to discover just what happened at the Hall and what exactly her ties are to the mysterious Wraxford family.
If you're a fan of gothic mystery/thrillers, John Harwood's "The Séance" is the perfect tale for you. It contains all the elements: a dark, crumbling manse with a mysterious past, a surrounding forest haunted by an ethereal monk who is rumored to cause death to anyone who sees him, people disappearing, a mesmerist, séances and mediums -- all set in Victorian England. The intertwining tales of Constance and of the happenings at Wraxford Hall kept me enthralled as I read on and on, and the way Harwood presented the tale allowed me as a reader to play along as detective, piecing the story together along with Constance rather than remain outside the story. I also enjoyed the characters, especially that of Dr. Magnus Wraxford, the mesmerist. He contains a very quiet evil which at first happily draws you in, but as time goes on, you can tell something isn't quite right by a facial expression or the measuring of his words. Very creepy, and just what a gothic story needs.
An excellent read from beginning to end.
Filled to the brim and over with stock tropes of the genre—mysterious deaths, spiritualist seances, the decaying mansion itself, recurrent strong lightning storms, hidden journals and confessionary letters, mesmerism and alchemy—“The Séance” is nevertheless every bit as captivating as its literary forebears. A treat for fans of the gothic and the Victorian.
This is the kind of atmospheric, creepy story that made me fall in love with the things that hide under the bed. John Harwood takes the small idea of the unhappy, ignored child and uses it to explore the lengths people will go to to find love and acceptance. The ending is much better than in his other novel "The Ghost Writer," but it's a little too expected. I'm still giving it 5 stars though for everything that comes before. A real treat - highly recommended.
It's an entertaining ride, and Harwood has the atmosphere down pat. The ending felt a little rushed, with too much exposition, but I would still recommend this for an easy-chair and afghan day of reading.
The ending is a bit flawed in my opinion, but much more elegantly done than Harwood's previous novel. And the high points of that novel--the ability to create atmosphere and mood, the feel he has for the period, the deft hand with the stories within--are all once again apparent here.
Setting: a good old Gothic story, Victorian England
Constance Langston is drawn into a creepy little series of events when she learns that she has inherited a 'haunted house.' Wraxford Hall has been the scene of a few disappearances and
I enjoyed this book. It didn't start exactly how I expected, but it was a compelling and creepy read. 4 stars.
To be fair, I quite enjoyed the first section, the saga of poor, sad Constance with her unloving father and her melancholic mother and how her urge to help said mother leads her to the fatal path of spiritualism, but as disaster and woe piled on disaster and woe I was, once again, irresistibly reminded of Edward Gorey. When the perspective shifted and the next narrator took up the story I found myself skipping and, in the end, just read the last section, in which Constance picks up the narrative again, and found that, actually, I had missed almost nothing at all.
I will give it credit for this. On learning that her nursemaid's mother had had five children die, Constance naturally assumes that she must have been even more grief-stricken than Constance's own mother, who had lost only one child. "But no, said Annie, there had been no time for mourning; her mother had been too busy looking after the rest of them." Melancholia was and, I suppose, still is, strictly a middle-class privilege.
Like all
The novel is dark and atmospheric in the same way as The Ghost Writer and while the idea of a haunted building is similar, the two novels are quite different. This one is also excellent though.
Sadly, though, it's only available as an import until next year. Still, it's worth it if you can get your hands on it. Very much so. Perfect for those dark thunderstorms of summer.
Constance Langton on the other hand
When Constance inherits the ruined and notorious Wraxford Hall from an unknown relative, lawyer John Montague advises her to have nothing to do with it and gives her his private memoir to explain the background to the hall and his connection to Eleanor Unwin - who married then, supposedly, murdered both Magnus Wraxford and her baby daughter.
The story is told in the form of complimentary narratives: memoirs, diaries and letters with alternating points of view give all sides of the story; a device that mirrors the techniques of several Victorian writers, including Wilkie Collins, and Harwood handles it very well. So well in fact that the reader forgets exactly how subjective and misleading [deliberately so or not] reported speech and personal accounts can be.
Suffice it to say the story is not what one expects at the start - more Northanger Abbey than The Mysteries of Udolfo - and while some plot points are predictable, these are more than outweighed by the delightfully Gothic twists and turns of an excellent Victorian pastiche.
This was not a quick read for me. Especially the part narrated by John Montague, the solicitor, required some slogging. He tells the history of Wraxford Hall and the people whose lives were connected to it in such a dry manner (like the man he was) that it was very hard to stick with it.
Although Constance is a sympathetic character, she spends too much time on the sidelines. There certainly are some good old-fashioned horrifying parts to this story, but not enough to truly pull the reader in.
Update: No, not scary. It's a clever story though.
The story is told from the eyes of three different speakers, each one more depressing than the last. They are layered like an onion (abcba) in such a way that by the time the reader returns to Constance's time (a in the onion), it is very easy to forget who she was! The sheer number of meaningless characters introduced in each section makes following who did what a chore. This can be desired in a more mundane whodunit, but the promise of something fantastical renders them annoyances. Couple this with a thoroughly unsatisfying ending and I'm afraid I cannot recommend or appreciate this work in its current form.
This is an enticing early draft of what could have been a solid homage to Doyle's Holmes. Another pass or two, including a weaving of the narratives rather than the current bookending of Constance's current timeline, would have created a much more immersive and enjoyable read.
I enjoyed this novel, much more than I did The Ghost Writer. The creepiness factor of this novel was enough to set me at the edge of my seat, reading on in anticipation of what would happen next. Highly atmospheric and disturbing, this book features all the best of Victorian ghost stories—an ancient, abandoned house, overwhelming fog, lightening, and that creeping sensation the reader gets when evil lurks.
My only problem with this otherwise excellent novel is that the ending is a little bit expected—the reader is practically told early on what the outcome will be. And what about the legend of the mysterious ghost that is said to haunt Monks’ Wood at night? I felt that that plot element was abandoned a bit by the end of the novel. But in all, a deliciously creepy novel. Definitely don’t read this book before going to bed at night!