I’ve just come across a review of We Have Always Lived in the Castle in The Portable Dorothy Parker which I felt like sharing. It is from Esquire, 1962.
There is still sunshine for us. The miracle is wrought by Shirley Jackson, God bless her, as ever unparalleled, more than ever in her latest book, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, as leader in the field of beautifully written, quiet, cumulative shudders.
This novel brings back all my faith in terror and death. I can say no higher of it and her.