Dark atmospheres for this two-faced novel: it starts as a gothic tales but page after page it becomes more dramatic. The classical myth of Isis and Osiris lives again in the story of Iris and her brother Harvard. With an old estate and its ruins and tombs shrouded in a halo of mistery as background, the presence of her mad grandfather and the illness of her mother, her father who is always far from home, a brother like Spencer who seems to be the wicked and nasty opposite of his twin Harvard, and a governess who is envious and cruel, the presence of Harvard seems to be the only light in Iris' life.
But an accident will change everything. A growing sense of loneliness and desperation invades the pages, shades of horror and tragedy raise until the end, when the old legends seems to become reals, and love becomes envy, in a such subtle way that only at the end we can understand how thin is the difference between these two emotions. Duglas Clegg leads us to a journey in a land suspended between life and death, a land where there is nothing of fascinating but just cold and harsh desperation. In many parts this novel reminds me some Edgar Allan Poe's tales, but here is a bigger sense of human emotions, a more sense of human tragedy, maybe inheritance of classical and Shakespearean tragedies, that made this novel absolutely horrifying and touching.