Have you ever read a book that made you wish you were smarter? Or that you’d read it slower? You enjoyed it, but felt that there was something the writer was trying to do or say that you just didn’t get?
That’s how I felt about White is for Witching. It’s a gorgeous, tangled nightmare of a book. There was a haunted house, matriarchal ghosts, a mad Gothic heroine and fascinating supporting characters.
The plot never really moved though. Miranda Silver (the Gothic heroine) is mad. She stays mad until either;
- She has a break down and runs away;
- She is murdered;
- She is absorbed by the house and joins her family ghosts.
Nothing about her really changes, and she never really tries to change.
It’s all very disturbing, but it remains only disturbing. The overwhelming feeling of dread and claustrophobia that Oyeyemi conjures is absorbing (I couldn’t put the book down) but never really grows to become anything else. The moments that should have been really frightening were more puzzling because I felt distanced from her characters and/or was never really sure what was going on (or in which reality it was happening.)
Has anyone else read this? Or read anything else by Oyeymi? I’d really like to know what you thought.
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