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The Cornish prayer: "From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!" is an appropriate invocation when reading The Ghost Writer, John Harwood’s debut novel. It is a rousing good ghost story, with many twists and turns, rather like taking apart a Russian matryoshka nesting doll.
Gerard Freeman, at age ten, sneaks into his mother's room and unlocks a secret drawer, only to find a picture of a woman he has never seen before, but one that he will find again and again. His mother discovers him and gives him the beating of his life. Why this excessive reaction? She is a worried, paranoid, thin, and fretful type with an "anxious, haunted look." By tale's end, we know why.
Phyllis Freeman, Gerard's mother, was happiest when speaking fondly of Staplefield, her childhood home, where there were things they "didn’t have in Mawson [Australia], chaffinches and mayflies and foxgloves and hawthorn, coopers and farriers and old Mr. Bartholomew who delivered fresh milk and eggs to their house with his horse and cart." It's the sort of childhood idyll that the timid and lonely Gerard believes in and longs for. He strikes up a correspondence with an English "penfriend," Alice Jessel, when he is 13 and a half, living in a desolate place with a frantic mother and a silent father. She is his age, her parents were killed in an accident and she has been crippled by it. She now lives in an institution, whose grounds she describes as much the way Staplefield looked. They go through young adulthood together, in letters only, thousands of miles apart, eventuallydeclaring their love for one another.
Interwoven with the narrative of Alice and Gerard's letters are real ghost stories, the creation of Gerard's great-grandmother, Viola. At first, they seem to be scary Victorian tales of the supernatural. Then, we see that they have a spooky way of mirroring, or preceding, events in real life, off the page. Gerard comes upon them, one by one, in mysterious ways, but clearly something, or someone, is leading him. The stories seem to implicate his mother in some nefarious goings-on, but the truth is far worse than Gerard imagines.
Any more would be telling too much. Turn on all the lights in the house when you settle down with this one, and plan to spend a long time reading because you will be lost in the story immediately. --Valerie Ryan
From Publishers Weekly
Sly nods to spooky literary spinsters—Henry James's Miss Jessel and Dickens's Miss Havisham—set the tone for this confident debut, a gothic suspense novel with a metatextual spin. Gerard Freeman grows up on the windswept southern coast of Australia in the late 20th century with a controlling mother strangely silent about the details of her childhood in England. His only solace is steadfast English pen friend, Alice, to whom he confides everything. What was Gerard's mother, Phyllis, hoping to escape when she left England? The protagonist slowly pieces together his mother's past with the aid of short stories written by his great-grandmother, Viola. These cunning tales, filled with supernatural occurrences and séances, are seamlessly embedded in the main narrative, offering Gerard—and readers—enticing clues into his troubled family's history. After Phyllis's death, her newly liberated son travels to England, hoping to learn more and to pursue elusive Alice. As he searches through the country house his mother inhabited long ago, Gerard finds past and present fusing in horrifying fashion. In the hands of a lesser novelist, sustaining several plot lines might have been difficult. But the novel links textual investigation and sublimated passion, building to a satisfying, unexpected ending. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
From The Washington Post's Book World/washingtonpost.com
Once, while wandering the aisles of a chain bookstore, I came across copies of Philip Roth's first Nathan Zuckerman novel, The Ghost Writer, shelved carefully in the "horror" section between books by Anne Rice and Dan Simmons. The irony was delicious. A "literary" novel had been consigned to the ghetto of genre based on its title, echoing the critical mindset that, because of their dubious subject matter and popular appeal, novels about the supernatural can't breach the great wall between entertainment and literature.Now, a like-titled first novel by John Harwood is the latest in a long line of books to challenge this hoary proposition. Harwood's The Ghost Writer is stealth horror, gliding past the radar of genre courtesy of clever construction and an estimable publishing house. It helps, of course, that Harwood is not American but Tasmanian-born, writing from a distant shore -- and that his novel is an homage, a Victorian ghost story that honors the likes of Dickens and Henry James. It also helps that Harwood has written a smart, stylish and mesmerizing book.The Ghost Writer spans some 20 years in the life of an Australian naif, Gerard Freeman, the only child of a suffocating mother and a null father. Raised on fanciful tales of his mother's youth at an English country manor, Gerard succumbs to an existence guided entirely by fiction. When not doting on his mother or working at the local library, he devotes his time and emotions to an impossible romance -- with a paraplegic pen pal in England, whom he courts with written words but never meets. This "invisible friend" -- and, in time, "invisible lover" -- is named Alice Jessell, evoking the spectral governess of James's The Turn of the Screw. Gerard's fate is sealed by the novel's second page, when, at age 13, he unlocks his mother's bedroom drawer and discovers the photograph of an enigmatic young woman: "I felt I knew her . . . calm and beautiful and alive, more alive than anyone I had ever seen in a picture." Hidden with the photo is a weathered journal of arts and letters (dated 1898, the year Collier's published The Turn of the Screw); its pages include a ghost story written by Gerard's great-grandmother Viola Hatherley. This story and three others are "reprinted" in The Ghost Writer, along with diary entries, letters and e-mail messages, as the novel -- like Wilkie Collins's The Woman in White and Bram Stoker's Dracula -- evolves into an epistolary mosaic. The ghost stories are its centerpiece, however, and make up fully half the book, subverting publishing's well-known aversion to story collections. Harwood shows formidable talent for channeling past masters -- not only James but also J. Sheridan LeFanu, Oscar Wilde, M.R. James and the wickedly feminine intrigues of Marjorie Bowen. He revels in the sense of the impending that is often lost in contemporary horror and understands that anticipation may be more terrifying than revelation. Elegantly paced and delightfully macabre, these tales celebrate the Victorian school and its obsession with the past's authority over the present, the thin line between affection and obsession, the glimpse of the lurid from the corner of the eye. Viola's stories, like Gerard's life, are haunted by fractured romance and frozen images -- a vision, a painting, a photograph -- that challenge "reality" with the possibility of a supernatural realm that is by no means divine.When his mother dies after revealing that one of the stories "came true," Gerard is a 35-year-old nobody, still smitten with his unseen pen friend but finally free to confront the mysteries of his family's past. Spurred into action by Viola's final tale of love, betrayal and cruel vengeance, he hastens to England, where the elusive Alice is succeeded by a new correspondent, Miss A.V. Hamish -- an anagram for the vengeful Miss Havisham of Dickens's Great Expectations. She presides over a finale loaded with Victorian tropes: a veiled woman, a decaying country house, hidden passages, timbers that seem to bulge, revelatory pages torn from texts, diabolical machines and even a Ouija board.There's a disappointing inevitability to the affair, complicated by Gerard's unending gullibility: He's worse than a teen extra in a slasher film, stumbling toward a dire epiphany with such eager ignorance that Harwood is forced to describe him as being driven by a "disembodied, sleep-walking sensation." But perhaps that's an apt fate for those who believe too strongly in fiction: to become a character in someone else's story."There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book," Oscar Wilde observed. "Books are well written or badly written. That is all." He could have been assessing the supposed distinction between entertainment and literature.The Ghost Writer is well written, to be sure. Whether it's "merely" horror fiction doesn't depend on its title or its subject, and certainly not on where bookstores choose to shelve it. After all, as Henry James wrote to his friend H.G. Wells shortly after The Turn of the Screw was published: "The thing is essentially a pot-boiler and a jeu d'esprit." Sometimes "pot-boilers" have a strange way of turning into literary classics. Copyright 2004, The Washington Post Co. All Rights Reserved.
From Bookmarks Magazine
With The Ghost Writer, Harwood has concocted a page-turning ghost story that has literary critics—rarely fans of the supernatural genre—heaping accolades and sleeping with the lights on. Harwood, a retired English professor, resides in Australia where he’s published several books of literary history. Perhaps this accounts for his masterful grasp of Victorian story-telling techniques. Except for Newsday, reviewers uniformly praise his authentic Gothic narratives, and compare them to Henry James’s stories and Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray. A few predict that the protagonist’s slow-burning dance of letters might not rumble enough for contemporary genre fans, and others note that the plot is delicately contrived. Still, most overlook these minor drawbacks and recommend Harwood’s debut.Copyright © 2004 Phillips & Nelson Media, Inc.
From Booklist
Harwood's debut is a haunting literary gothic, a slow-building suspense thriller about family secrets and ghosts that is reminiscent of both Seamus Deane's Reading in the Dark (1997) and the paranormal film The Others. Gerard Freeman, a solitary librarian, lives in Australia with his reticent and fearfully anxious mother, who once regaled him with stories of her idyllic childhood in the English countryside with her grandmother, Viola. When Gerald discovers one of Viola's ghost stories in a locked drawer, his mother suddenly stops talking about her childhood; the silence only deepens over the years as Gerald becomes involved in an intense and love-laden correspondence with his English pen pal, Alice. After his mother dies, Gerard tracks down more of Viola's writings, sinister Victorian tales of ill-fated love, betrayal, and murder, one of which, according to his mother, came true. Is Gerard's own life at stake? The ghost stories at the heart of this book are lyrical, labyrinthine tales that feel simultaneously fresh and familiar, making this an atmospheric paranormal thriller with many surprises. Misha Stone
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Publishers Weekly
"Combines suspense that keeps readers up with a literary voice that allows them to respect themselves in the morning."
The Weekend Australian
"An exceptionally inventive first novel."
The Times of London
"An elegant homage to the Victorian ghost story tradition. Like Dickens's The Piickwick Papers, Harwood makes your flesh creep."
Kirkus
"Compulsively readable. A wonderful debut, evoking a century's worth of family hhistory, by a multitalented and artistically ambidextrous newcomer."
Booklist
"Harwood's debut is a haunting literary gothic, a slow-building suspense thrilleer. Lyrical, labrynthine. An atmospheric paranormal thriller with many surprises."
The Guardian
"As a mystery, The Ghost Writer is irresistible, pushing all the genre's gothic buttons and casting a convincingly Dickensian pall."
Book Description
A tantalizing tale of suspense and family secrets that weaves Victorian ghost stories into the present – where they start to come true
Timid, solitary librarian Gerard Freeman lives for just two things: his elusive pen pal Alice and a story he found hidden in his mother’s drawer years ago. Written by his great-grandmother Viola, it hints at his mother's role in a sinister crime. And as he discovers more of Viola’s chilling tales, he realizes that they might hold the key to finding Alice and unveiling his family's mystery – or will they bring him the untimely death they seem to foretell?
Harwood’s astonishing, assured debut shows us just how dangerous family skeletons – and stories -- can be.
About the Author
John Harwood divides his time between London and Victor Harbor, a small town on the coast of South Australia. He is currently at work on The Séance, a suspense novel set in Victorian London.
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