The Unicorn by Iris Murdoch

unicornThis is a very strange book. From the beginning it fills you full of emotions; fear, apprehension, excitement, longing but without, at first, giving a reason for any of them. The scene is set with a fatalistically gothic opening of a remote windswept castle, a determined heroine, a mysterious beauty and a sinister presence…

Marian Taylor is employed as a teacher or “companion” to a beautiful woman, Hannah, in Gaze Castle. A soon as she arrives she sense something is not quite right, from her employer to the various inhabitants, the whole place is thick with some kind of awful tension.

Indeed there are so many undercurrents that it seems an entire ocean rolls underneath this book. Everything seems to have a hidden purpose or meaning. Murdoch does this with half glimpses and hints of huge terrifying things just out of reach, always unseen and had me gripping the pages and waiting for… what exactly?

“Scottow and Jamesie were still regarding each other. Scottow said, “Have you been telling fairy stories?” He laughed and brushed the boy’s cheek lightly with his whip.”

The novel started out sedately enough but as it got going I was satisfyingly weirded out and nervous for what would happen next. I couldn’t take any of the characters at face value and one in particular appeared so ordinary and then proceeded to dominate every person in the book, breaking them to their will and taking my breath away.

I was gripped at the climax of this books as nightmare after nightmare sucked the characters in like a whirlpool. It was so gothic it became ridiculous, with lashings of pathetic fallacy and every other Gothic trope you could think of. What spoiled it for me was Murdoch shying away from fully committing to the genre through using a massive egotist as one of the protagonists. Look how ridiculous this is she seems to say and although I found it very funny it broke the spell, maybe intentionally.

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