Showing posts with label Ghosts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghosts. Show all posts

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

The Small Hand

Synopsis: This is the chilling tale of a man in the grip of a small, invisible hand...A ghost story by the author of "The Woman in Black" and "The Man in the Picture", to be read by the fire on a cold winter's night. Returning home from a visit to a client late one summer's evening, antiquarian bookseller Adam Snow takes a wrong turning and stumbles across the derelict old White House. Compelled by curiosity, he approaches the door, and, standing before the entrance feels the unmistakeable sensation of a small hand creeping into his own, 'as if a child had taken hold of it'. Intrigued by the encounter, he determines to learn more, and discovers that the owner's grandson had drowned tragically many years before. At first unperturbed by the odd experience, Snow begins to be plagued by haunting dreams, panic attacks, and more frequent visits from the small hand which become increasingly threatening and sinister.

Review: Well as the synopsis suggests, I did read it on a cold winter's night .. and it was occasionally by the fire too. It was another of the books that hubby and I read together (annoyingly because again he worked out one of the main plot revelations which probably would have passed me by and it denied me my final shiver .. really I should put a gagging order on him :-) Susan has such a way with ghost stories, she knows just when to increase the tension and when to let it thrum quietly in the background.

So, Adam Snow finds himself stumbling across an old derelict house whilst looking for directions. Like all good storybook characters (for instance those that insist on exploring forbidden west wings etc) he is impelled not only to approach the garden gate but to give it a good nudge in order to gain entry (and good on him really because it would have been a terribly short not to say uninteresting book if he'd just driven on until he reached a petrol station and asked for directions .. however that would be my advice if anyone finds themselves in a similar situation) But still, curious people always make the best literary characters .. especially in the horror/thriller genre. The garden is completely overgrown and nature is busy reclaiming it, it's a bit of a mystery because it looks as if it might have been quite grand once and Adam comes across what seems to be the remains of an old ticket booth as if it were once open to the public. It's whilst he is standing there in the dusk, surveying this mystery, that he feels a small hand creep into his. It's definitely the hand of a small child but whose and why?

Afterwards Adam doesn't really think overly much about it (which is because he's a storybook character, anyone else would be looking in the yellow pages for an exorcist pronto), however he soon begins to experience some rather frightening anxiety attacks and it's not long before he feels the small hand once more in his. At first he's comforted by it, see's it almost as a friend, look's for it even, but soon it's beginning to behave in a much more sinister fashion.

It's probably not for hardcore horror fans - there won't be anything here to truly terrify and there's no vampires or gore, it's far more like the old fashioned ghost stories which is just how I like it. I liked the way that Susan rather cleverly made Adam a dealer in antiquarian books which meant that in between the chills and the frights she could chat away about stuff like Shakepeare's First Folio (write about what you know and love .. it always sounds convincing.)

The attempts at jokes here are because I'm writing this at night, with the wind whistling outside .. I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm not frightened by the tale which is rubbish because I am .. my flesh definitely does creep when I think about it. I must just add that the cover is beautiful, if you have to buy hardbacks (and I seldom do) then let them be small and beautiful like this one.

Friday, 17 December 2010

A Christmas Carol


Synopsis: Ebenezer Scrooge is unimpressed by Christmas. He has no time for festivities or goodwill toward his fellow men and is only interested in money. Then, on the night of Christmas Eve, his life is changed by a series of ghostly visitations that show him some bitter truths about his choices. "A Christmas Carol" is Dickens' most influential book and a funny, clever and hugely enjoyable story.

Review: Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without Scrooge, I annually dose myself up with a good dollop of Dickens starting with the book and meandering through several film versions. I love them all but especially the Albert Finney musical (particularly a pleasure because my Dad worked on it .. albeit as a humble scene painter), Alistair Simms version (again, probably because Dad thinks it is the definitive Scrooge) and the Muppet Christmas Carol (who would have thought that would work as well as it did?) I also saw the new 3D Jim Carey version at the cinema last December and thought it was fantastic. I've always thought that to do justice to the book, the ghost scenes are going to have to be CGI, and though I think there's still room for improvement (and am always hoping that either Tim Burton or Peter Jackson will have a go sooner or later) I thought they managed to get the atmosphere of the books over really well. I was disappointed to see that the film is only showing this year in 2D and then only on specific days .. bah humbug!

I have several different book versions and this year I thought I'd read the beautiful edition illustrated by P.J. Lynch, it's gorgeous and it just adds that extra something to the tale. There's probably nobody out there that doesn't know the story of old skinflint Scrooge .. 'a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner' .. who is visited one night by his former partner Jacob Marley in ghostly form and then by three ghosts, all sent to show him the error of his ways.

The part that I love the most is probably the Cratchit family Christmas which seems, despite all their poverty and worry, idyllic. They are just truly happy at being together for the day and I just love the description of their dinner with it's hissing gravy, gushing sage and onion and steaming pudding. In fact I'd love to re-create the dinner by having a goose instead of a turkey but I'm too worried there won't be enough leftovers and I'm far too fond of a turkey, ripe tomato and black pepper sandwich to give it up. Not to mention the worrying tales, I've heard from friends, with regards to the amount of fat that comes out of it, apparently you end up being thoroughly basted in it yourself. The story is beautifully written, Dickens was said to have single handedly reinvented Christmas with this tale and Thackeray called it 'a national benefit' ... it's him at his absolute best.