Four people come together to unlock the secrets of its paranormal phenomena with the promise of a huge financial reward offered by a dying millionaire. This time we’re in Maine, my absolute favorite of the fifty United States, and the Belasco house is described as the Mount Everest of haunted houses. In the first eighty pages, the story launches with tantalizing promise.Īs with Jackson’s Hill House, we start with a notorious haunted house in an isolated location. So, after standing up and throwing the book across the room, not once but twice, I was forced to pick it back up and keep reading to the bitter end. This one fell in the latter category, but it was required reading. I have a whole graveyard of novels in my house that either bored or disgusted me to the point where I refused to read further. And it’s not ethical to write a bad review of a story (book or movie) where I didn’t make it all the way through to the end. Plus, life is precious and there are so many wonderful stories waiting to be discovered, so I normally do not finish books I don’t like. What you send out into the world comes back to you threefold. Third, because I don’t believe in posting bad reviews online. Second, because explaining why I hate this book with a deep, visceral passion will require writing about some vile things that I don’t like to think about. But I suppose Hell House is better known and provides the best opportunity to compare and contrast with Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House. Oh, how I wish Stir Of Echoes had been the Matheson ghost novel on the required reading list this semester. It was great fun to discover Matheson wrote both (and, yes, his novel I Am Legend was the original).
After watching Will Smith’s version of I Am Legend, my cinephile husband insisted the concept wasn’t original and 1971’s The Omega Man was far superior. Matheson’s Twilight Zone episodes are among my favorites, especially Night Call.
Bid Time Return (and his screen adaptation, S omewhere In Time) will always hold a cherished place in my heart while What Dreams May Come is beloved in my household. First, because I love Richard Matheson’s other work.
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