Lavinia Crowe writes the gothic at full hothouse bloom — crumbling estates, ancestral sin, forbidden wanting, the woman who watches from the high window and is watched in turn. Her sentences are lush to the point of fever, dread dressed in velvet, the past always seeping through the wallpaper.
Ornate, hothouse, fevered. Crumbling houses, family secrets, the past leaking through the wallpaper. Lush sentences, sensory excess, dread dressed in velvet.
Preoccupations
decaying estates · the sins of ancestors · forbidden desire · the woman watching from the window
In conversation with
Shirley Jackson, Daphne du Maurier, Silvia Moreno-Garcia
A line
"The house had been waiting for a daughter, and when none came it had simply decided to make one."
Tellwyn
