The foreword for the book (I'm sure this would class as a novella rather than a novel at 198 pages) explains about Akbar the Great and how in Persian myth he apparently built a palace that was filled with newborn children who were looked after by mutes. This was done in order to learn whether language is innate or acquired. This palace was known as the Gang Mahal, which translates as the Dumb House. Burnside's story is a modern-day repetition of Akbar's investigations.
It doesn't often happen that I agree with an endorsement but the quote from `The Guardian' on the front cover announcing `One of the most beautiful, disturbing débuts for a long time ... brilliant' sums up how I felt. It is both chilling yet compelling and is so morally incomprehensible. The book is sectioned into three parts with each part entitled according to who Luke's involvement is with at that time. I can't recollect if the reader is party to how old Luke is but when the story opens you know he is an adult living at home with his mother. The beginning of the novel is actually the end and then Luke moves into explaining how he reached this point, so in essence it is a recount.
The opening paragraph had me hooked, "no one could say it was my choice to kill the twins, any more than it was my decision to bring them into the world ... I chose to perform the laryngotomies, if only to halt their constant singing ... that ululation entered my sleep through every crevice of my dreams". From here, I was gripped. The reason I didn't give it 5 stars and opted for 4 was simply because there were several pages where I felt Luke rambled. Whilst appropriate for his character I tired quickly of the passages about Mother and one or two sections about Karen. Other than that if you like your fiction somewhat darker, then this is one for you. Horrifying in that it isn't a thriller but enough to leave you wondering about the complexities of human nature.