Never Mind Those Enchiladas, Let’s Get Cooking With “Mexican Gothic”!

Deconstructing  a Gothic Stew

What kind of book do I want to write? Let me see…  

First, I want it to be scary and otherworldly.  It should take place in a big house where a rather  strange family resides. The family should be multigenerational and include in laws and other extended family members. This is a rich family, but secretive, especially on matters concerning their wealth and how it was accumulated. There are dark secrets spanning generations. 

This house should hover on a “high place” that looks down on the rural village below.  Along will come a city person, an outsider, skilled in the social graces of chic environments but totally unfamiliar with the rustic ways of country people. Certainly, this person will clash with the family up on the hill, who are strange even for rural folks.  Alas, this person will have to live with them, try to understand them and uncover unimaginable secrets. Of course, there will be some romance in all this

This sounds like a gothic novel.  Therefore, it is!

But most gothic novels take place in the UK with their passed-down castles and estates , or in the US in large mansions in the northeastern states, or on southern plantations. I don’t want that.  I am going to put my big house….hmmm….where should I build such a….I got it! In Mexico! In the 1950s Mexico.  The house will be called High Place.

Gothic Novel in Mexico =  Mexican Gothic!  That’s what I will call my book – Mexican Gothic 

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Yeah, so,  I am sure the above scenario was not how Silvia Moreno Garcia approached the construction of her novel.  I hope I didn’t sound too glib describing this fictional approach to fiction writing. Mexican Gothic is , afterall, a good book, despite some flaws.  It  does come off as too self-consciously gothic at times, and there are very few references to any historical/cultural events or mores. At least not in a real sense; history that takes place outside the novel.  This inclusion would have strengthened her story very much and helped readers settle into the two major dimensions of setting: time and place.

Yet, when reading the novel, I did feel as if I had traveled across both time and place to end up in Somewhere, Mexico.  If I felt that way, then certainly Silvia succeeds at many levels.

Plot In Brief

In the novel, Naomi, a chic urban young woman,  is sent to the country to live with her cousin Catalina, who in turn lives in her in-laws’ mansion “High Place”.  She has been sick and had written a letter to Naomi’s father, begging to be rescued from the house. So Daddy sends daughter Naomi to investigate the situation. When Naomi arrives, she discovers Catalina has no recollection of writing such a letter.  She is, however, quite sick, and spends most of her time confined to the bedroom.

She is not mentally well, the in-laws suggest, including Catalina’s husband Virgil, who turns out to be a real cad. The matriarch (dog gone it, I can’t remember her name) is a no nonsense, rules-must-be-followed, meanie. This includes arcane rules, such as Catalina is not to be seen by any doctor besides the one that has been treating the Doyle Family (by the way, that’s the family name of these High-Place dwellers) for years. The patriarch is the very, very old Howard Doyle (See, right there I said he was a “Doyle” That proves this is the Doyle family), who is bedridden and is rarely seen by the family except on certain occasions.  What are these occasions? You don’t want to know.

There is the nice boy, the sweet one of the family. Francis is Virgil’s brother. He is everything his brother is not.  Sadly, he is too docile and subservient to stand up to the rest of the family, who are constantly bullying him.  He has a thing for Naomi but is intimidated by her sophisticated ways.

There’s something odd about the house. Once people have lived there for a certain length of time, they cannot leave. Well they can, but once they do, once they travel a certain distance away from the house (in the next town, etc.), they find themselves dead. Happens all the time, for as long as the house has held members of the Doyle family and their significant others.  Many generations have passed through the house.  On the other hand, those that have stay, like the good ole’, evil Howard Doyle, live an unnaturally long life.

The Doyles own a lot of land and have grown rich from mining.  Over the years they hired local Mexicans to do the deadly dangerous work involved in the mining while the Doyle family kept the riches. In past times, some of the workers were actually slaves.

 Did I mention that the Doyles aren’t Mexican at all?  They are English. Howard Doyle is very into eugenics and preventing certain genetic traits from surviving.

High Place is haunted. Or is it? Terrible dreams haunt Naomi during her stay. Also, she succumbs to sleepwalking, something she has never done before. Her sleepwalking ventures after hours lead her into some very uncompromising positions. The House is trying to take control of Naomi.  What’s going on?

What’s Going On – Spoilers ahead

Fungus is going on. It exists in the mines as well as the house.  It has special properties. It kills many that are exposed to it. Alas, all those poor workers. But apparently The Doyles have developed a symbiotic relationship with it.  The fungus gives them unnaturally long life.  But once the people who have grown depended on it stray too far from its magical powers, they forfeit their lifeforce and die. 

The fungus grows under the house. It is inside every crack on the walls or the floors. It transmits messages through dreams. It can possess a person.

I don’t always venture into spoiler territory, but when I do it’s for a reason.  Remember, the purpose of this blog is not just to review books and movies, it’s also to analyze themes found in haunted house films and literature.  Can’t analyze themes without encountering a spoiler or two or three or four.

If you’ve read certain posts here at this blog, you’ll know I’m a fan of haunted houses that possess a special sort of uniqueness which causes the haunting in the first place. Something beyond “there’s a ghost in the house. Therefore, the house is haunted”.  Some examples include The Shining, a hotel that possesses psychic powers only project certain gruesome scenes from its sordid past upon the paranormal sensitives.  Or the apartment building in the Sentinel books, which serves as gates to Hell and therefore must be guarded at all times. Or how about those houses (there are many in several stories) that act as receptors to the madness unleashed upon them by unstable occupants. The houses are only giving back what they have received.

In Mexican Gothic, it’s the fungus that is the source of the haunting. Some reviewers aren’t satisfied with this  Goodreads reviewer Elle has this to say:

It’s the fungus. The Doyle family is tied to the house because they breathe in the black mold and ingest funky mushrooms in order to kinda become immortal. And they’re all connected through it and they can never escape from the house and the oldest patriarch is able to control his family’s actions because he is King of the Fungus.

Note the sarcasm in Elle’s “King of the Fungus”. Reading on, she opines that the big reveal of the fungus was a big let down. However Goodreads reviewer chai (thelibrairie on tiktok!)  offers a different take on the fungus:

…it’s a place consumed by a wrongness so old and so pervasive that it never truly leaves such places. It is embedded in the mold-covered wallpaper, wedged into the supports of the house, needled into every woundlike crevice, humming darkly inside the walls and in the places no one ever ventures.

This wrongness, the novel is careful to illustrate, is as deep-running as roots, spreading through generations like a species of fungus: the result of an endless, unbroken history of brown dreams wrecked and swallowed and devoured for the sake of white people’s wellness, of brown bodies poked and prodded for the innumerable ways in which they could be serviceably consumed, a relentless and hideous abrasion of dignity that is not unfamiliar to many people of color everywhere.

I had not thought of this. Chai’s insight has made me appreciate the book more. The fungus is deep-seated racism. People have lived long healthy lives on the backs of other.She describes it as it relates to both the book and racism better than I can. I love when a haunted house is a symbol for a deeper, stronger evil.

SUMMARY

When an author writes a haunted house story and does so by compiling a list of tropes, it can go one of two ways.  It can produce an entertaining book because it gives the reader what s/he expects, while leaving plenty of room for surprise and invention.  Or, it can get so bogged down with the familiar that the book is a bore. 

Along comes Silvia Moreno Garcia with her book that defies my binary analysis. Mexican Gothic has invention and intelligent symbolism (the fungus, thanks Chai), it wasn’t bogged down to the familiar.  Still, here I go with my phrase “Self-consciously gothic” again.  I can’t explain why I feel that way when other authors staple the staples of Gothic literature into their pages and I complain not.  In the end, I like this book much more than I dislike it, so maybe that point is moot.  If I was a giver of stars, it would be four out of five. More realistically 3.9 stars out of 5) Since I’m not a star kind of guy, you don’t have to worry about me slicing up a star into decimals. No supernovas were conducted at the time of this writing. 

The Woman in Black – Modern Gothic at its Best!

My claim to expertise has been compromised!   

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How dare I claim to be an expert on haunted house literature when I have only just recently read The Woman in Black by Susan Hill!  I am sooo late to the game – very late! I apologize for my tardiness.

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This is a major faux pas, since what we have here is a modern “classic”, in every sense of the word.   The Woman in Black is a novella of high quality. It serves as the definitive model for the various adaptions that premiered across various mediums including two films (Made for British TV movie of 1989  and Made for the Big Screen in 2012) and one TheWomanInBlackplay (In London 1987 ). It relays a standard and reminds us of the “shoulds” of a ghost story; it should be descriptive, mysterious, suspenseful, and of course scary.  In addition – Susan writes with a nineteenth century style, giving the story a welcoming Gothic flavor . All of this is a testament to its greatness; a greatness that I should not have ignored for so long.

The story is simple. Who needs a lot of complexity when “simple” gets the job done, right? Anyway, retired lawyer Arthur Kipps refuses to join with his wife and stepchildren in the frivolity of telling ghost stories, for he takes the matter seriously. His real experience with ghosts rivals all of their silly yarns. His true tale is disturbing and deadly; his family wouldn’t understand.

As a young London lawyer, Arthur is sent to the remote coastal village of Crythin Gifford to attend to the affairs of the late Mrs. Alice Drablow. He must attend her funeral and then retrieve all of the significant legal documents that are scattered about at her former place of residence – Eel Marsh House (gotta love that name!) At her funeral, he sees a mysterious, sickly woman dressed in black. When Arthur mentions her to another funeral attendee, the other freaks out and won’t admit to seeing her. Likewise, no one in the village wants to discuss the late Mrs. Drablow. They want nothing to do with her house, which exists a few miles outside the village. It is surrounded my marshes. It is impossible to get there at high tide. Arthur heeds not the warnings of the people, for he has a job to do. He stays all alone at Eel Marsh House. In the end he will experience something so horrific that he will not be able to share the story with his stepchildren many years later.

As I read this novella and prepared for this review, I could not help but notice parallels between several aspects of this story and certain themes that I have written about here at this blog. First, it pays homage to the “Christmas Ghost Story”, a topic I have written about extensively (For starters, there’s this:  Christmas Ghosts and Haunted Houses ). The ghost story sessions mentioned at the beginning of this novella occur on Christmas Eve. One of Arthur’s stepchildren correctly points out that such a pastime is part of the English Christmas tradition; at least it was in the days of yore. I am reminded a bit about the Christmas haunted house story by the name of Smee. (See  Review of Smee – A Christmas Ghost Story by A.M. Burrage. To date, this post receives the most traffic). Like Arthur Kipps, the narrator of the ghost story in Smee is reluctant to take part in certain holiday festivities on account of a past terrifying experience. In Smee, the activity that frightens him is a hide-and-seek type game. In The Woman in Black, it is the telling of the ghost story that is unsettling. In both cases, readers learn of the backstory that causes these protagonists to fret on Christmas Eve. In both scenarios, its is this backstory that will turn into the main story.

TheWomanInBlack2Second, the haunted house of this novella is surrounded by terrain that is descriptively creepy. Ghostly grounds are a nice compliment to the haunted house that stands on its domain. I wrote about this here: Ghostly Grounds: Explorations Outside of the Haunted Houses of Film and Literature. While eerie events take place inside the house (inside the locked nursery!), most of the terror takes place outside the walls of Eel Marsh House. There is a nearby cemetery where Arthur once again sees the woman in black. Even more creepier are the marshes. Only by a Causeway can a traveler make safe passage to the house. However, the frequent sea frets often obscure the safe passages. It is here out on these foggy marshes that Arthur hears what I deem to be the most terrifying element of the story. In a good ghost story, things that are not seen are more frightening then then the stuff spoiled by sight. Had I read The Woman in Black before writing the “Ghostly Grounds…” article, I certainly would have made reference to Susan Hill’s story.

Finally, Susan Hill strives for the style of the traditional English ghost story. In my opinion she succeeds at this feat. I have written about the traditional English ghost story, in articles such as J.S. LeFanu and Haunted Houses and Everything I Know About Haunted Houses I Learned from British Literature . First of all, though published in 1983, the book is written in the Gothic style that permeates these ghostly tales of yore. For instance, The Woman in Black is told in the first person and is a story within a story, which was a common plot device back then. The sentences are long and they often give way to passive voice. Susan Hill will write “my spirits rose” instead of “I began to feel better” or “you look unwell” instead of “you look sick.” Furthermore, the story is saturated with descriptions, often about the sky, the grounds and the weather.

What does this style do for the story? A lot! In establishes tone and wraps readers in a certain kind of chilling mood; a mood that modern ghost stories just aren’t able to invoke. And yet, with all its mimicry of the old style, there is something “modern” hidden within that I cannot explain. Somehow this work stands apart from Hill’s literary predecessors. Perhaps it’s the absence of archaic terminology that I often stumble upon when reading the ghosts stories of yesteryears. Maybe she benefits by learning from the old stories in a way that the authors of the traditional stories could not since they were but fledglings of their time. I’m just guessing here. But this “something” that I’m so desperately trying to convey testifies to the overall mystery that surrounds this novel. Heck, even the time period of the story is somewhat enigmatic. Like most gothic tales, this is a period piece. But Hill never explicitly states the year. Cars appear in the book, but so do traps and horses. A man on the train “takes out his watch”, he doesn’t look at his wrist. Telephones are mentioned, but so is the telegraph. Often communication is left to old fashion letters and telegrams.

I have heard good things about the 2012 film version of the book starring Daniel Radcliffe – Good ol’ Harry Potter! I am looking forward to seeing and reviewing that film. But the book is a tough act to follow, so we’ll just have to see. But I’m optimistic.  I’m sure I will enjoy it, but probably not as much as the novella.

 

Review of The Haunting of Gillespie House

Haunting of Gillespie HouseThere are occasions when a novel helplessly succumbs to the tropes of its stated genre. Page after page is littered with overused themes.  They reach out from these pages and smack the reader across the face.   “Look at me! Look at me!” they shout from in between the lines, “Look at me and let me lock you inside every literary device that I the author I can conjure up from the catalog!”  Conversely the opposite is also true.  Like a summer wind that blows across an ocean beach, the familiar and expected can be refreshing.  If a story is imaginative and well written, then the proverbial themes within will wrap the reader in nestling comfort as s/he settles on in to the story.  Such is the case with Darcy Coates’s The Haunting of Gillespie House

 

This beautifully written piece features a large house in the countryside. Protagonist Elle agrees to stay and watch over this house while the elderly owners (Mr. and Mrs. Gillespie) go away on a trip. The house is shrouded with mystery and intrigue.  There are locked rooms with hints of activity occurring behind the doors. Peculiar scratching-noises are heard within various walls.  The third floor contains rooms with beautiful antique furniture strangely hidden away. Certain revelations lead to the conclusion that there is a secret passage somewhere in the house. But where is it?

The grounds surrounding the house have their share of intrigue as well. There is a hidden cemetery with gravestones of Gillespie family members dating back to the 1800s. All of them have the same year of death inscribed into the stone, which alludes to the fact that some kind of horrible tragedy was responsible for these deaths.  Fast forwarding to current times, Elle discovers that deadly misfortune has also plagued the surviving members of the Gillespie clan – poor Mr. And Mrs. Gillespie have recently suffered through a sad set of circumstances.

As I made my way through this creepy and enjoyable journey that is the book, I was reminded of the thrills I experience when I play graphic adventure video games. These games are usually non-linear and there are plenty of puzzles to be solved along the way. (See MystShivers, and Amnesia: The Dark Descent . The last two are Haunted House themed games.)

For those not into gaming, I hope that I have not cheapened The Haunting of Gillespie House by making this comparison. But for me, the association is appropriate because both platforms inspire suspense as I travel though the various mediums anxiously wondering, “what is behind door # 6?”

The Haunting of Gillespie House – the tone is inviting, the descriptions are colorful, and the writing is superb.  Do I have any complaints?  Minor ones, mostly concerning the length of the story.  This is a long novella.  I wanted more – I wanted a novel.  The ending is somewhat abrupt.  I felt there were seeds to more story planted here and there. With just a little more nurturing they could have developed into something great.  However, it turns out that The Haunting of Gillespie House had already outgrown its original intent. Darcy Coates states in her after word that this tale was supposed to be a short story.  It ended up being much too long to fit within the boundaries of the short story format as unintended themes manifested and grew. This happens quite often when writing a story.  So she had to let the story grow into its preferred outcome. I think there could have been more, but who am I?

As a bonus, Coates includes a short story entitled The Crawlspace for readers that purchase her ebook. This story is what was left behind when The Haunting of Gillespie House grew to big for its bridges. When I say, “left behind”, I do not mean to imply that this story is a collection of discarded material. Rather, it is the youngling that The Haunting of Gillespie House was destined to spawn from. Keep in mind though, that it is a different story altogether.   It’s a good story too.

Overall, I highly recommend this book. This well-written piece is a page-turner.  While The Haunting of Gillespie House does put readers in a somewhat uncomfortable state of wanting more, it also leaves behind a desire to explore more works from Darcy Coates.