Henry James, Tell Us From Beyond the Grave Plz

“As the gruesomeness gathers, the beautiful country house effectively falls away, like flesh receding from the skull of a cadaver, and we’re deposited in a hellish, plantless, low landscape of bone and stone: plenty of places to run, but nowhere to hide.”

The New Yorker isn’t willing to pick a side in the eternal battle of Team Ghost v. Team No Ghost, the Governess is Insane.

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