Amazon.co.uk Review
There is a house we know from dreams whose corridors connect to everything, whose endlessly rewound clocks keep the stars from falling, who are the pulse of life itself. And that house has its wardens, and young Carter Anderson is its heir. Stoddard's fantasy is, in the best sense of the word, reactionary; it inhabits the same moral universe and the same sense of the decorative and bizarre as Victorian classics like MacDonald's
Lilith. Its villains, a bunch of anarchists in revolt against the nature of the universe itself, are, in a sense, nightmares that unite Edwardian fantasists like Chesterton with our own time; the doctrines of equality and levelling they preach are subversive of fantasy itself, or of the reasons we read it, and in a fantasy context they both attract and repel. Stoddard's inventions--the dinosaur in the attic, a hereditary guild of polishers--are at once original and creations that fit into a grand tradition. At the core of the book, also, is the story of how Carter grows into his responsibilities, and how his estranged brother comes to respect him. This is a remarkable debut novel, simply by deigning to learn from grand old stuff. --
Roz Kaveney
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Product Description
When, as a child, Carter Anderson loses his father's key ring which holds the keys to doors in the High House--a place which controls the balance of the universe--it has disastrous effects when a sinister group of anarchists gain access to the House.