I had this book on my "to get" list for a while, but it took this particularly well produced edition by Penguin to finally grab me and I'm glad it did, because it is an interesting and unusual story and for the most part, a cracking good read. The Penguin edition is well produced, printed on nice paper and properly typeset, not an OCR'd version of an earlier edition (though can someone tell me why, when the series has on overall yellow design, they are called "red Penguins?)
Like other reviewers I'm finding it hard to discuss "House" without spoilers. So the abbreviated review is this: scary, atmospheric and troubling, though perhaps a bit saggy in the third quarter. Worth getting.
Now for the spoilers - stop here if you want!
OK. The story is told by a nameless narrator, living in a remote house in Ireland with his elderly sister. Following a landslip that exposes strange caverns under the house, it is besieged by devilish human-pig creatures (though we don't really know that they are evil - and and our narrator did shoot first!). Between the assaults, the Narrator himself is plagued by out of body experiences. In the first of these he is taken to an alternate world where stands an analogue of the House. When the House is beset by the pig creatures, the analogue suffers the same assaults. The attack on the House is one of best and most convincing parts of the book, genuinely scary, and underlined by the way in which the sister, Mary, is seemingly unaware of the attack. Is the Narrator losing his reason? Are the creatures real? We are never sure.
In another extended episode, the Narrator witnesses the ageing of the Universe and the end of the world (as understood, perhaps, by late 19th century science). This is one of the less successful parts of the book. It goes on rather too long and there is too much purple prose. One can see the proto Lovecraft here, perhaps (HPL himself is quoted approvingly on the book's cover). But this section is still a tour de force of early science fiction, truly ambitious in its conception and worth sticking with. When it ends, things get nasty, very nasty, in short order.
I really enjoyed this book, although there is a little of
The Castle of Otranto: A Gothic Story (Oxford World's Classics) about it - too many diverse weird events (glowing green monsters, the out of body stuff, the pig-creatures, the end of the Universe, mysterious caverns and trapdoors). In the end there are no certain answers. We are left wondering what really happened, and why. That's OK by me - much spookier than a neat resolution - but a bit more of a unifying theme might have helped. But it is a good read and those pages really turn once it gets going! Probably best to enjoy in one sitting, by a log fire, with most of the lights out and a storm outside - but it worked for me on a Chiltern Railways commuter train in daylight, so the writing must be pretty good.
As a footnote, the Penguin edition gives a short biography of William Hope Hodgson who died in the Great War, in April 1918, at the age of 41. Only one death among many, I know, but very sad.