Jackson, Shirley

Review: “We Have Always Lived in the Castle” by Shirley Jackson [1962]

Shirley Jackson’s classic American gothic tale is narrated by eighteen-year-old Mary Katherine Blackwood, also known as Merricat. From the beginning, Merricat’s distinct way of narration and flow of her mind is obvious:

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister, Constance, and Richard Plantagenent, and ‘Amanita phalloides’, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.” – p. 1

The mention of the Amanita phalloides is a sly reference to the mystery surrounding the Blackwood family which consists only of the two sisters and their elderly and ill Uncle Julius. Six years earlier, everybody else in the Blackwood family died from arsenic poisoning. Constance was accused of putting the arsenic in the sugar because she didn’t take any that fateful night. Furthermore, Constance had admitted to washing out the sugar bowl before the police arrived but was later acquitted of the murders. The rest of the village refuse to believe Constance’s innocence and continue to ostracize the already despised Blackwood family

The Blackwoods live isolated on their property hidden away from the rest of the village and protected by overgrown trees and plants. There, the girls live a well ordered and methodical life. Constance, being ten years older than Merricat, is preoccupied by her vegetable garden, cooking and baking and looking after Uncle Julius. Merricat, despite being eighteen, is only allowed to do certain things that Constance allows such as carrying tea things but not allowed to pour the tea. Uncle Julius, seeming to suffer from a form of Alzheimer’s although it is never mentioned, works on his book about the infamous Blackwood poisoning but continues to forget where in time he is. The trio live quietly in this manner until their estranged Cousin Charles comes knocking one day, breaking the rhythms of the house and family to the distress of Merricat.

Merricat is a fascinating character. She is in a way quite infantile but, at the same time, she is very protective of Constance and does everything she can to protect her from the scorn of the village. There are several oddities to Merricat who, on the surface, can seem to be extremely superstitious. She believes in signs and protective totems, having nailed a book to a tree and buried a boxful of silver coins to secure their property. She believes in magic words that loses their protective powers once they are uttered. I thought that Merricat might have suffered from a minor form of autism while Joyce Carol Oates, in her afterword, suggested a form of paranoid schizophrenia. Considering these, Merricat is a most unreliable narrator and, as readers, we can never be sure of what she says. Castle is a suspenseful and terrific read with a brilliant twist and revelation. I’m hooked onto Shirley Jackson!