Wylding Hall
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3.8 • 5 Ratings
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Publisher Description
This Shirley Jackson Award–winning novel is "a true surreal phantasmagoria . . . [a] gothic supernatural" horror story set in the decadent world of British rock (Chelsea Quinn Yarbro).
When the young members of a British acid-folk band are compelled by their manager to record their unique music, they hole up at Wylding Hall, an ancient country house with dark secrets. There they create the album that will make their reputation, but at a terrifying cost: Julian Blake, the group's lead singer, disappears within the mansion and is never seen or heard from again.
Now, years later, the surviving musicians, along with their friends and lovers—including a psychic, a photographer, and the band's manager—meet with a young documentary filmmaker to tell their own versions of what happened that summer. But whose story is true? And what really happened to Julian Blake?
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Hand (Available Dark), restricted by her choice of structure, struggles to turn this novella into something more than a comfortably familiar haunted house story. The work is framed as a set of interviews for a documentary film about the band Windhollow Faire. The participants band members, their manager, a psychic, and a journalist, all with disappointingly undifferentiated voices recount a 1970s summer spent at the titular crumbling manor in rural England, writing music and making a groundbreaking neofolk album. Absent from the interviews is the ethereally voiced, astonishingly beautiful lead guitarist, Julian Blake, whose mysterious disappearance or death is regularly hinted at; but rather than offering differing versions of events, which would have added a layer of intrigue, the interviews remain unswervingly consistent, describing a ghostly young women lured into the open by Julian's performance of a haunting folk song. Hand's formidable language rarely emerges in the expository interviews, so the icy sensations, secret passageways, and taciturn locals provide Gothic trappings without even momentary uneasiness. Intermittently rewarding images of the late 1960s and early '70s music scene take a backseat to repetitive renderings of a well-worn story.
