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"Viola Hatherley was a writer of ghost stories in the 1890s. Yet the eerie presences in her tales of bohemian London, of aspiring young women and struggling artists, are not musty apparitions rattling chains. An anonymous portrait, a green velvet gown, a porcelain doll, even an entry in a library catalogue can open the way to nightmare." "But her work is forgotten until her great-grandson, as a young boy in Mawson, Australia, learns how to open the secret drawer in his mother's room. There he finds a manuscript, and from the moment his mother
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"Viola Hatherley was a writer of ghost stories in the 1890s. Yet the eerie presences in her tales of bohemian London, of aspiring young women and struggling artists, are not musty apparitions rattling chains. An anonymous portrait, a green velvet gown, a porcelain doll, even an entry in a library catalogue can open the way to nightmare." "But her work is forgotten until her great-grandson, as a young boy in Mawson, Australia, learns how to open the secret drawer in his mother's room. There he finds a manuscript, and from the moment his mother catches him in the act. Gerard Freeman's life is irrevocably changed. What is the invisible, ever-present threat from which his mother strives so obsessively to protect him? And why should stories written a century ago entwine themselves ever more closely around events in his own life?" More manuscripts come to light, hinting at his mother's role in a catastrophe whose outlines he can only glimpse. A mysterious benefactor, and the prospect of union with his elusive penfriend Alice, seem to promise fairy-tale rewards, even as the sense of a monstrous pattern completing itself around him grows stronger.
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Editorial Reviews

Terrence Rafferty
With all these literary revenants hovering about, The Ghost Writer manages to evoke, as not enough contemporary horror does, both the confident past and the more anguished present of the genre, and even to suggest, slyly, that although the illustrious tradition of the genteel British ghost story remains with us, we need to be very, very careful about disturbing its rest.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Sly nods to spooky literary spinsters-Henry James's Miss Jessel and Dickens's Miss Havisham-set the tone for this confident debut, a gothic suspense novel with a metatextual spin. Gerard Freeman grows up on the windswept southern coast of Australia in the late 20th century with a controlling mother strangely silent about the details of her childhood in England. His only solace is steadfast English pen friend, Alice, to whom he confides everything. What was Gerard's mother, Phyllis, hoping to escape when she left England? The protagonist slowly pieces together his mother's past with the aid of short stories written by his great-grandmother, Viola. These cunning tales, filled with supernatural occurrences and s ances, are seamlessly embedded in the main narrative, offering Gerard-and readers-enticing clues into his troubled family's history. After Phyllis's death, her newly liberated son travels to England, hoping to learn more and to pursue elusive Alice. As he searches through the country house his mother inhabited long ago, Gerard finds past and present fusing in horrifying fashion. In the hands of a lesser novelist, sustaining several plot lines might have been difficult. But the novel links textual investigation and sublimated passion, building to a satisfying, unexpected ending. Agent, Kathleen Anderson. (July) Forecast: This A.S. Byatt-lite offering will appeal to the A&E set and to horror/suspense readers looking for something with a literary edge. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
"Combines suspense that keeps readers up with a literary voice that allows them to respect themselves in the morning."
Kirkus
"Compulsively readable. A wonderful debut, evoking a century's worth of family history, by a multitalented and artistically ambidextrous newcomer."
Library Journal
Harwood's compelling first novel speaks of love, family, and obsession. Since age 14, Australian Gerard Freeman has been corresponding with pen pal Alice Jessel and dreams of one day visiting her in England, in spite of his mother's disapproval. Alice, confined to a wheelchair, refuses to meet or even talk on the phone with Gerard until she can walk again. While snooping in his mother's dresser one day, Gerard finds a ghost story written by his grandmother Viola. Over time, he finds more stories, all eerily reminiscent of his family history but written years before the events actually happened. What is going on? Will he ever find his beloved Alice, or will family tragedies somehow stand in their way? Harwood's well-drawn characters and Gothic plot propel the reader toward the novel's denouement. Including the text of Viola's stories adds to the surreal drama, as they serve as untrustworthy flashbacks and help blur the line between fantasy and reality. Strongly recommended for all but the smallest public libraries.-Laurel Bliss, Princeton Univ. Lib., NJ Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A compulsively readable, sturdily plotted mystery set in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Here, the central importance of paintings, diaries, and ghosts lends the intrigue a distinctly Jamesian feel. In the first, and stronger, half, we meet Australian teenager Gerard Freeman just as he's opened a pen-pal relation with Alice, who lives in England. Over time, their relationship becomes epistolarily passionate as they share the most intimate secrets of each other's fantasies. Alice, however, confides that she's bound to a wheelchair and is highly reluctant to meet Gerard. Woven into the rest is the secretive family history of Gerard's mother Phyllis, who grew up in wartime England, including the enigmatic death of her sister Anne. This background unfolds slowly through a series of short stories that are reprinted in the book, written in the early 20th century by his great-grandmother "V.H." (Viola), and suggesting that Phyllis was involved in Anne's death. The stories are of course drawn in varying degrees from the actual lives of the girls, and it becomes Gerard's personal project to sort out what happened in the lives of the women and what was pure fiction. A subplot involves the work of an artist, Henry St. Clair, whose paintings, which many find mesmerizing, iconically refer to madness and the existence of ghosts. British author Harwood's touch in evoking the relation between the visual arts and inner states of mind is admirably sure, and Gerard does in fact untangle the family mysteries and find out the identity of his pen-pal Alice-but not before spirits and ghostlike voices have given him a number of promptings. A wonderful debut, evoking a century's worth of family history,by a multitalented and artistically ambidextrous newcomer. Agent: Kathleen Anderson/Anderson Grinberg
The Weekend Australian
"An exceptionally inventive first novel."
The Times of London
"An elegant homage to the Victorian ghost story tradition. Like Dickens's The Pickwick Papers, Harwood makes your flesh creep."
Booklist
"Harwood's debut is a haunting literary gothic, a slow-building suspense thriller. Lyrical, labrynthine. An atmospheric paranormal thriller with many surprises."
The Guardian
"As a mystery, The Ghost Writer is irresistible, pushing all the genre's gothic buttons and casting a convincingly Dickensian pall."
Salon.com
By the last page, all loose ends have been tied up, but the uncanny still clings to everything.

—Laura Miller

PW
"Sly nods to spooky literary spinsters - James' Miss Jessel, Dickens's Miss Havisham - set the tone for this confident debut."
Talk of the Nation
A fabulous, very spooky ghost story in the classic mode that will remind some people of A.S. Byatt's Possession.

—Laura Miller

Entertainment Weekly
"Intricate and engrossing. Harwood raises the ghost of the Victorian ghost story. One ghoulishly absorbing read. B+."
New York Daily News
"The Ghost Writer" is a grand Victorian tale in which Gerard becomes increasingly certain something wicked his way comes.
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
"Spooky and gripping, a chilling tale sure to make your spine shiver on even the hottest summer day."
San Jose Mercury News
"You can't help being dazzled by Harwood's inventiveness, especially his sure-footed mastery of prose style. [An] entertainingly accomplished first novel."
Boston Globe
"'The Ghost Writer," is a first-class creeper, a literary ghost story in the Victorian tradition."
Murder Ink Bookstore Newsletter
"A creepy literary mystery. A terrific debut, very accomplished and assured."
Washington Post Book World
"Harwood has written a smart, stylish and mesmerizing book."
Denver Post
"A compelling ghost story and an auspicious debut."
Salon.com - Laura Miller
"A fabulous, very spooky ghost story in the classic mode that will remind some people of A.S. Byatt's "Possession."
From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR THE GHOST WRITER
"[Harwood's] novel is an homage, a Victorian ghost story that honors the likes of Dickens and Henry James . . . A smart, stylish and mesmerizing book."-THE WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD

"Does [Alice] have some connection to Gerard's creepy, semi-insane mom? And to those Victorian horror tales that Gerard keeps stumbling across? What's she hiding, anyway? The answers are yes, yes, and wait and see . . . It's like A. S. Byatt's Possession. But without all that distracting poetry."-TIME

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781482947571
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 12/15/2013
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

John Harwood is the author of two previous novels of Victorian Gothic suspense. Aside from fiction, his published work includes biography, poetry, political journalism and literary history. His acclaimed first novel, The Ghost Writer , won the International Horror Guild's First Novel Award. He lives in Hobart, Australia.

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I FIRST SAW THE PHOTOGRAPH ON A HOT JANUARY AFTERnoon in my mother's bedroom. She was asleep-so I thought-in the sunroom at the other end of the house. I crept in through the half-open door, enjoying the feeling of trespass, breathing the scents of perfume and powder and lipstick and other adult smells, mothballs for the silverfish and insect spray for the mosquitoes our screens never quite managed to keep out. The net curtains were drawn, the blind half lowered; there was nothing to see through the window except the blank brick wall of old Mrs Noonan's place next door.

I stole across to my mother's dressing-table and stood listening in the dim light. The house was silent apart from the muffled ticking and creaking which my father insisted was the iron roof expanding in the heat, not someone creeping about in the dark cavity above the ceiling. One by one I tried the drawers, three on each side. As always, only the bottom left-hand drawer was locked. There were wooden panels between each layer, so you couldn't see what was in the drawer below by pulling out the one above. Last time I had searched through the litter of tubes and jars and bottles crammed into the uppermost drawer on the right. Today I started on the next one down, rummaging through a shoebox crammed with packets of needles and carded buttons, reels of coloured cotton and hanks of wool, the loose ends hopelessly tangled.

To see if there was anything behind the shoebox, I tugged at the drawer. It stuck, then shot right out of the dressing-table and hit the floor with a thud. I tried to force the drawer back in, but it wouldn't go. Any second now, I expected to hear my mother's footsteps hurrying up the hall, but no sound followed. Even the ticking in the ceiling had died away.

There seemed no reason why it wouldn't fit. Except that something cold and hard was stuck to the underside, right at the back. A small brass key. I had prised it loose, peeled away the tape and opened the locked drawer before the enormity of what I was doing had begun to register.

The first thing I saw was a book, whose title would elude me for years afterward. The Carillon? The Chemillon? The Chalmion? A word I didn't know. The grey paper cover was crumbling at the edges and pitted with rust-coloured spots. It had no pictures and looked grown-up and boring.

I couldn't find anything else. Then I saw that the brown paper lining on the bottom of the drawer was actually a very large envelope. It had a typewritten address and stamps on it, and one end had been slit with a knife. Another disappointment: just a thick bundle of pages with typewriting on them, tied together with rusty black ribbon. As I drew out the bundle, a photograph slid into my lap.

I had never seen the woman in the photograph before, and yet I felt I knew her. She was young, and beautiful, and unlike most people I had seen in photographs she did not look straight at you, but gazed away to one side, her chin tilted slightly upwards, as if she did not realise anyone was looking at her. And she did not smile, at least not at first. As I went on staring at her I began to think I could see the faintest trace of a smile, just at the corner of her mouth. Her neck was amazingly long and slender, and though the picture was in black and white, I felt I could see the changing colours of her skin where the light fell across the back of her neck and touched her forehead. Her hair, masses and masses of it, was drawn back behind her head and wound up in a long plait, and her gown-as I felt sure a dress as wonderful as hers must be called-was made of a soft dark velvety material, with shoulders gathered like the wings of angels.

Boys, I had learned from somewhere, were supposed to think their mothers were beautiful, but I suspected mine was not. She looked older and thinner than most of the mothers at my school, and worried about everything, especially me. Lately she had been very worried indeed. There were dark pouches under her eyes; the lines across her forehead and around her mouth seemed to be cutting deeper into the skin, and her hair, which used to be dark brown, had grey streaks running through it. I worried that I had worn her out by not being good enough; I was always meaning to be better, yet here I was burgling her secret drawer. But I also knew that the anxious, haunted look could descend when I had done absolutely nothing wrong. Whereas the woman in the photograph was calm and beautiful and alive, more alive than anyone I had ever seen in a picture.

I was still kneeling in front of the drawer, lost in the photograph, when I heard a hissing sound from the doorway. My mother stood rigid, fists clenched, nostrils flared. Tufts of hair stuck out from her head; the whites of her eyes seemed to be spilling out of their sockets. For a long, petrified instant she didn't move. Then she sprang, hitting and hitting and hitting me, screaming in time to the blows that fell wherever she could reach until I broke away and fled wailing down the hall.

FROM OLD MRS NOONAN I LEARNED THAT IF YOU SHIVERED for no reason it meant that someone was walking over your grave. Mrs Noonan was thin and stooped and had twisted papery hands with strange bulges around the knuckles; she smelt of stale lavender and felt the cold even in summer, especially when she took her first sip of tea. My mother didn't like her saying it, so Mrs Noonan took to shivering silently when she was drinking tea in our kitchen, but I knew what she meant. When I wasn't being bad, I used to imagine that someone had found out my mother's grave, a man in dark clothes with a dead white face who dodged behind a tombstone whenever he saw you coming, so that you could never catch him doing it. That was why her anxious look came down for no reason at all. Some days you could tell that he was tramping back and forth, back and forth, over and over her grave.

We would sometimes drive past Mawson cemetery, but I'd never been inside because we had no relatives there to visit. My father's parents were buried in Sydney, and he had a married sister in New Zealand who wrote every Christmas, but they never came to see us. All my mother's relatives were buried in England, and that was where I imagined her grave must be.

Mawson is an overgrown country town sprawled along the edge of the Great Southern Ocean. It used to be called Leichhardt, after some luckless explorer who never returned from the dead heart, until, so my father explained, the council decided to change it to something more cheerful. Beyond the remnants of the old town centre there's nothing much to see except shopping malls and filling stations and mile after mile of sprawling identical suburbs. Beaches to the south, hills to the north; the dead heart beyond. That was where you ended up if you crossed the narrow strip of farmland beyond the hills and kept driving north through the endless sandy scrub and saltpan into the desert. In summer when the north wind blew, clouds of fine red dust covered the town. Even inside, you could feel the grittiness of it between your teeth.

Copyright © John Harwood 2004

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2008

    Clever Ghost Story

    The author has written a story within a story within a story creating a very clever tale. He provides many clues and gives vivid descriptions of people and houses and makes you feel you are actually participating in the story. I was sorry to come to the end of the book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2004

    Elegant and Stylish

    In his debut novel, John Harwood creates an eerily psychological horror story with a nod (and a wave) to Victorian literature. As the novel begins in Australia, young Gerard discovers hidden away in his mother's possessions a strange photograph and a book. His mother swoops down on him with fury, snatching the belongings from him and hiding them away where Gerard cannot find them, refusing to tell him of her past. Soon thereafter, he begins a secret correspondence with a crippled English girl named Alice, and her letters rescue him emotionally from the bleak surroundings in his Australian home. As he matures, he falls in love with Alice, who won't let him see her for fear he'll feel sorry for her. As he learns that the book his mother has hidden away contained a ghost story written by his grandmother Viola, which Harwood presents in full, Gerard confides even more deeply in Alice. Viola's lengthy - and thoroughly creepy - stories seem like separate entities until Gerard discovers some disturbing connections. Upon his mother's death, he sets out to England to finally meet up with his almost-healed Alice and to settle family matters. What he doesn't count on, however, is that nothing, not even his own senses, can be trusted. Even if the reader solves much of the mystery before it is revealed, the ending has all the force it should, thanks to Harwood's highly visual description and talent with suspense. Harwood does a marvelous job of embedding the mannered ghost stories within Gerard's story, and the stories-within-a-story works exceptionally well in his hands. The tales are so throat-grabbing by themselves that I forgot at times that they were but segments of the whole. The effect is truly eerie as details from them begin to surface in Gerard's plot. Because the author's debt to Henry James' THE TURN OF THE SCREW is obvious well before he makes reference to it, I wished he had just let the style and the allusions to speak for themselves instead of pointing them out. His acknowledgment of Dickens' GREAT EXPECTATIONS is even less successful. I overlooked these lapses simply because I could not willingly put this novel aside. This is not Stephen King-type horror but something more elegant and literary. This moody, stylish debut will capture your imagination for hours at a time. Especially if you like creepiness, you'll love this tale of multiple hauntings and mystery.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2010

    Captivating

    I've never written a review on a book before, but I wanted to share my thoughts on this one. Harwood is a wonderful writer with a real talent for detail and suspense. Whenever I had to put the book down I couldn't wait to start again, actually looking forward to what would happen next. However, the ending left me flat. I know writers often like to leave something to the imagination, but this was really disappointing. I thought surely my copy of the book must have been missing a few pages. It's as if he had to hurry up and finish the book to meet his deadline. Perhaps I just missed the nuances of the story, but it just felt like a sequel needed to be written. If that were the case, I would purchase it in a heart beat, but there was no indication of that.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2004

    nicely done

    I enjoyed the author's tongue in cheek allusions to Victorian literature. However, that same quality which made it unusual also led to a certain predictability. Nonetheless, the language is beautiful and surprisingly unselfconscious, considering the author imitates an older style of writing. Very enjoyable!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2004

    Kept me from being bored

    This book definitely had its good points. The characters had some depth and the mini-stories within the book were really good. It just wasn't the best book I've read. The plot was obvious to me early on. The probability that such a relationship between the main character and his penfriend is low. Overall, the writer painted a beautiful picture, it just wasn't a scene that appealed to me. It's a good book if you are bored and want to read something.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2004

    Atmospheric and spooky

    Best book I have read in some time - enough to actually write a review! I put everything else on hold this morning just to finish the last 50 or so pages! Intriguing plot, believable characters and nailbiting suspense...You will not be bored! Great first effort - cannot wait for more from this author!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 12, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Delicious

    If you are searching for a book that is out of the ordinary.. You have found it. A mystery that pulls you in and keeps you wondering, wanting to push for more. I really enjoyed the writing style and prose. I still think of it sometimes. I went immediately and purchased his other read. Can't wait for his next one to come out! Hurry John. :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2009

    Good, old-fashioned modern-day Gothic

    A really nice modern-day Gothic -- haunted houses, mysterious pasts, and lots of secrets. I loved the stories within the story effect.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2007

    I love this book

    I am in the middle of reading it and am finding it to be very interesting and reminds me of an old story that fades into the present. The story is very good and woud recomend reading it, but thats only from what I have read so far.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 26, 2013

    This book was way to confusing and slow.  I usually like to savo

    This book was way to confusing and slow.  I usually like to savor the words I'm reading, however, I found myself speed reading through
    the book, so that I could hurry and get to the end.  I didn't care for it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2013

    An atmospheric, creepy tale

    This book was recommended to me because I was jonesing for a ghost story. While it wasn't the ghost story I was hoping for, it was a dark, atmospheric tale about the darkness that can haunt the mind. The first third was a little slow, but the ending is solid and satisfying.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2012

    Recommended

    Chilling and smart ghost story.

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  • Posted February 9, 2010

    Hmmm...

    Atmospheric. Suspenseful. I was a little confused at the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2009

    Eerie!

    Quite a convoluted plot, with some surprises and some quite chilling moments.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2008

    Creepy, Excellent!!

    This has become one of my favorite books. If you are into creepy ghost stories with a twist, you should love this. Just a great story.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2005

    Great Novel

    I am not an avid reader, but I realy enjoyed this book. It was creepie and I loved the little ghost stories thrown into the novel. I will tell you when I fell asleep reading this book at night. I would have the strangest most bizarre dreams. Read it if you like a good ghost story you won't be disappointed.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2005

    DON'T BOTHER........

    It started fine, but then turned into mish mosh. And the ending........good grief, couldn't Harwood think of anything better.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2004

    Exceptional

    This is an exceptional debut novel -- I am so glad I stumbled upon it!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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