MELMOTH: EERIE ATMOSPHERE... BUT WHERE ARE THE CHILLS?
A Gothic tale that is supposed to send shivers down your spine. There is no doubt it belongs to the genre, specifically the Gothic Revival that has recently gained momentum; the author blends history, folklore, and superstition (nodding to a great classic of Gothic literature by Charles Robert Maturin… and even summoning Hitchcock) to create an eerie atmosphere. As for the "shivers," however… I have my doubts. By Sarah Perry I liked The Essex Serpent much more—a similar operation, but with a story that was, in my opinion, far more engaging. The narrative is interspersed with various other texts—recovered ancient manuscripts and letters—which gradually unravel the mystery. These fragments are designed to build a crescendo of anguish and terror for the protagonist, Helen Franklin, in a contemporary Prague. It is a winter book: cold and gloomy like the landscape that surrounds the characters and, above all, defines their history. The past is the true protagonist of the story: a past that neither forgives nor forgets, one that seeps into your bones and heart, leaving indelible traces and memories that haunt the mind. It is like a shadow cast over the present and over Helen’s life. Everyone must settle their accounts with the past, and for some, the math simply doesn't add up. That is when Melmoth appears—when the accounts remain unsettled (but I won’t go into detail to avoid spoilers).


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