Everything about The Dead House should have been good. The ‘found footage’ approach is always something different, the premise was fantastic and the atmosphere for most of the book was really spooky and immersive.
But when I got to the end, all I could think was ‘what was the point’? I felt like Dawn Kurtagich bit off a little bit more than she could chew and was trying to write too many different novels all at once. The two (?) main characters were well developed, but with so many satellite characters introduced so early on it was far too difficult to really get a sense of them as characters, especially since the male characters were poorly characterised.
The plot itself was quite formulaic, which in and of itself was not a terrible thing as it did feel like Kurtagich was going somewhere with it, but all of the disparate plot elements simply didn’t come together to form a cohesive whole. The mystery with the parents went nowhere, the two girls and their ‘situation’ didn’t get enough attention, mysterious fires, asylums, disappearances, and don’t even get me started on the rubbish that was the fictional Scottish voodoo cult which could have been left out completely and the strange characterisation of the diary as personified. It was just mystery piled on top of mystery, without any form of resolution and some poorly developed character arcs.
There is definitely a good book in here. I would go so far as to say there is definitely a great book in here. But in its current form, it is completely unrealised. It’s too complicated and ultimately collapses under its own weight.