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HANGING ROCK, HANGING STONES
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson — my review finished with a few words on its last chapter ….
“; I dare you to open your door and come out to see me dancing in the hall of Hill House.”
This is the perfect and most poignant climax to the maroon party as the cinematic scene of the hanging iron stairway at last apotheosises Theo and Thee as concomitant with my sense of this book’s mansion as tantamount to a prehensile Hanging Rock.
“Theodora was wearing Eleanor’s red sweater. […] ‘We never had our picnic,’…”
Review starts here: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/the-haunting-of-hill-house-shirley-jackson/
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson — my review finished with a few words on its last chapter ….
“; I dare you to open your door and come out to see me dancing in the hall of Hill House.”
This is the perfect and most poignant climax to the maroon party as the cinematic scene of the hanging iron stairway at last apotheosises Theo and Thee as concomitant with my sense of this book’s mansion as tantamount to a prehensile Hanging Rock.
“Theodora was wearing Eleanor’s red sweater. […] ‘We never had our picnic,’…”
Review starts here: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/the-haunting-of-hill-house-shirley-jackson/