An old fashioned Victorian gothic, lighter on plot than a Dickens but almost as well written, and wonderfully atmospheric. Not worth a lot of comment but an enjoyable read if you like this sort of thing, which I can confirm I do. ( )

3.5*

This is an enjoyable slice of Victoriana which evokes the feel of classic ghost stories.

James Monmouth, orphaned at the age of 5, and raised by a guardian in Kenya, returns to England 35 years later after long exotic journeys in the East. His travels have been inspired by the feats of an enigmatic explorer named Conrad Vane. Monmouth hopes that once settled down in his native country, he can research the early life of Vane, which is surprisingly little-known. However, several people seem determined to put him off his quest with ominous warnings. And a wraithlike boy is of their same opinion as he keeps following Monmouth and haunting him with looks of abject misery.

I would not call this an exceptional novel. It does not bring anything particularly new to the genre, but on the other hand, it is this very familiarity of context and well-known tropes which give it its appeal. Susan Hill is a consummate writer of supernatural tales and is steeped in the tradition - as a result, the narrative style and the setting (whether dark, frosty London streets; club smoking rooms, country mansions or desolate moors) are authentic and atmospheric. I was less convinced about the ending and the cursory "explanation" given for the hauntings. After the steady build-up, the final few pages of Monmouth 's account felt rather anti-climactic.

All in all, however, this novel is a fun spooky read and I guess would be particularly apt as a ghost story for Christmas given that considerable sections are set during the festive season. ( )

Loved the experience and the journey but in the end it wasn't creepy enough and there wasn't a climax. It felt like edge play without ever getting there.

I really liked the fact that women weren't to blame in this one. Finally. I'd begun to fear that every Hill story I read from now on would have horrible, bitter women.

This time she took it a bit too far with the "everyone hints at things and warns you but never actually tells you why". Meaning she never actually delivered, not even in the vague way she does in her other gothic-type haunted novels. I guess in this way we become a bit like the narrator himself?

Welp. It didn't do it for me. It lacked an ending and a point of interest.

Spoilerific recap so I can remember what I read in a few years.

Dude is a part of some gentleman's club. Finds old man who gives him his story to read. Both have a hard-on for england. Man grew as an immigrant with unnamed caretaker, became a worldly traveler, never knew his roots. Returned to england to write bio of his super fav explorer, turns out explorer is an occultist murdering douchebag that haunts his family for generations. But god forbid anyone tells him that. You'll find that in the last chapters. Everyone tells him not to look for the douchebag, randos, people at old college libraries, a random psychic woman on a train, etc. He still does.

At the end he finds a living relative and goes to meet her but PSYCH she died. He inherits house, gets locked by the evil ghost-probably- into the family mausoleum, spends the night there, poops his pants completely, leaves and never comes back. The man reading the story finds out he died a bit after reading this story. Goes with his wife for misery tourism to this haunted house, looks at random mirror, sees the face of writer dude.
THE END
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3.5*

This is an enjoyable slice of Victoriana which evokes the feel of classic ghost stories.

James Monmouth, orphaned at the age of 5, and raised by a guardian in Kenya, returns to England 35 years later after long exotic journeys in the East. His travels have been inspired by the feats of an enigmatic explorer named Conrad Vane. Monmouth hopes that once settled down in his native country, he can research the early life of Vane, which is surprisingly little-known. However, several people seem determined to put him off his quest with ominous warnings. And a wraithlike boy is of their same opinion as he keeps following Monmouth and haunting him with looks of abject misery.

I would not call this an exceptional novel. It does not bring anything particularly new to the genre, but on the other hand, it is this very familiarity of context and well-known tropes which give it its appeal. Susan Hill is a consummate writer of supernatural tales and is steeped in the tradition - as a result, the narrative style and the setting (whether dark, frosty London streets; club smoking rooms, country mansions or desolate moors) are authentic and atmospheric. I was less convinced about the ending and the cursory "explanation" given for the hauntings. After the steady build-up, the final few pages of Monmouth 's account felt rather anti-climactic.

All in all, however, this novel is a fun spooky read and I guess would be particularly apt as a ghost story for Christmas given that considerable sections are set during the festive season. ( )

Rain, rain all day, all evening, all night, pouring autumn rain. Out in the country, over field and fen and moorland, sweet-smelling rain, borne on the wind. Rain in London, rolling along gutters, gurgling down drains. Street lamps blurred by rain. A policeman walking by in a cape, rain gleaming silver on its shoulders. Rain bouncing on roofs and pavements, soft rain falling secretly in woodland and on dark heath. Rain on London's river, and slanting among the sheds, wharves and quays. Rain on suburban gardens, dense with laurel and rhododendron. Rain from north to south and from east to west, as though it had never rained until now and now might never stop.

Rain on all the silent streets and squares, alleys and courts, gardens and churchyards and stone steps and nooks and crannies of the city.

Rain. London. The back end of the year.

Now, I have to tell you right up front, I am going to like a story that begins like that. That is a damn fine little spot of writing right there. I wish I could say that the rest of the story holds up to it. Unfortunately, the author couldn't quite stick the landing on this lovely tale. The writing remains strong, and she weaves the images of water and rising and falling beautifully through the whole work, but the story is too weak. My copy was 185 pages (regardless of what Goodreads thinks of this ISBN), and I really do think that if about 100 of those had been trimmed and the tropes tightened up, this would have been a perfect read.

Hauntings sometimes work if the threat is left vague, with the horrified reactions of the participants of the story allowing the reader to fill in the unspoken with assumptions worse than anything the writer would be able to successfully convey, but that doesn't work here. The story takes too long to build for too little pay-off; the whole first half of the book provides spooky details, but could easily have been sacrificed for the purposes of the story. Also, Hill seemed to have trouble picking a trope and sticking with it. There are ghosts, the mirror of the title, a curse, possible possession, but none of it gets enough time in the limelight to take full shape and carry the story. So, overall, a miss. But a very, very pretty miss. Also, this:

'I take it you've travelled, Mr. Monmouth?'
'Indeed.'
'I have not. I let others travel for me.' He gestured to the books.

Really, I have to love that.

***Review written 10/4/15. Original comments on finishing 10/2/15:
Beautiful writing with a gorgeous weaving of imagery and some genuinely chilling moments, but about 100 pages too long for what it is. Full review to come. ( )