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Solace House

Will Maclean

Horror
Gothic

At a glance

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Puzzle of a book
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Pre-Raphaelite paintings
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Quatrains each chapter
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Trippy like magic mushrooms

An addictive and brilliant puzzle-box of a novel—somewhere between The Secret History and House of Leaves—following a group of university students who discover an astonishing secret while clearing out a neglected Victorian mansion.

For Alex Lane’s wealthy university friends, the summer break stretches out before them, full of promise and fabulous plans. But for Alex, broke as usual, going home is not an option. So when the university offers him an unusual summer job clearing out a dilapidated Victorian mansion, Solace House, he jumps at the chance.

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Alex joins an unlikely crew of students, from stoner Clive to uptight, short-tempered Helen, and the extremely peculiar Adam. Alex is particularly drawn to mercurial, red-headed Ella, and as the students begin sorting through piles of old newspapers and magazines, dusty antiques, and esoteric junk, Alex and Ella become enthralled by the elaborate and eerie journals of the house’s former owner, Edwin Flayne. In these diaries, Flayne details his obsession with his missing mother and his belief in a mysterious realm lying parallel to ours, along with coded instructions on how it might be reached.

As the students gradually uncover the house’s secrets, the rift between those who want to delve further and those who believe they’ve already gone too far grows ever wider. And as the reader descends into this beguiling and brilliant novel, they find that they simply can’t stop turning the pages…

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our word for it

“If you’re missing Donna Tartt, read this...With Solace House, [Maclean] has taken the shackles off. A quite mad book about madness, it most resembles Stephen King’s The Shining...There are horrors here that you will not get out of your head.”

- The Telegraph

“A decaying Victorian mansion becomes the focal point of a novel that blends Gothic unease with cosmic horror, using its haunted spaces to explore grief, obsession and the fragile boundary between reality and imagination...Thoughtful, unsettling and ambitious, it is less interested in delivering conventional scares than in evoking a slow, disorientating collapse of reality itself.”

- Irish Times

“Maclean proves to be a master at pacing, creating suspense with ease; nothing is predictable in this novel, least of all the shocking conclusion. His characters are beautifully drawn...While the mood is both psychedelic and gothic, with unmistakable Lovecraft-ian overtones, it’s very much anchored in the early 1990s, an era Maclean brings to life flawlessly. Brilliantly written and scary as hell, this is a masterwork of horror fiction. Original, mind-bending, terrifying fun.”

- Kirkus Reviews (starred review)🌟

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‘So, what are you going to do all summer?’ said Marcus idly, through half a sandwich. ‘I mean, you can’t very well stay here in this shithole, can you?’

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‘Of course not,’ I said. ‘But, you know. Having no plan is also, like, a great plan. World’s my oyster. I can go anywhere, do anything.’

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‘Right.’ Marcus seemed unconvinced by this; he made the word last two whole seconds. His mouth was still full. ‘Well, I suppose that’s technically correct.’ Amethyst gazed airily through the window, at the uninspiring bulk of the opposite wing of The Ridge, identical twin of the one we were in, and blew smoke dismissively from her nostrils.

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‘I thought you were going to stay with relatives? Some aunt or something?’

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Had I said this? It seemed likely I might have done, at some point, probably to change the subject. Either way, it wasn’t true. ‘I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. Plus, this way I’m very much my own person. I can do what I like. Go where I like.’

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Marcus looked puzzled, as if reviewing a bill filled with items he hadn’t ordered. ‘Wait. Are you saying you’ve made no plans whatsoever? For the entire summer?’ And this statement was both horrible and unthinkable, and wholly and precisely correct, but I didn’t want to discuss it. Any of it. Instead, I shrugged and smiled as if this complete lack of forward thinking were no big deal.

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‘Not yet. Like I say, it’s very liberating, in one sense. I mean, ha, terrifying in another, but also, y’know, ultimately very liberating.’

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Amethyst chewed her lip doubtfully. ‘Really?’

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‘Definitely!’ My voice brimmed with confidence. ‘People say if you want to make God laugh, make a plan, but my dad always maintained if you really want to make the old fucker slap his thigh, make no plans at all. See where you end up!’

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To underline my complete confidence in the age-old, tried-and-tested method of having absolutely no plan at all, I grinned, until my face hurt.

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Book notes

  • 🙋‍♀️ Why we chose

    When you were young, did you ever dream up a soulmate for yourself? Perhaps a fae boy or girl with wild red hair and a Pre-Raphaelite swoon, who you stumbled across in a twilit wood or some other such “thin place,” where magic crackles and reality sputters like static. Their pixie face remembered as if from a dream, and then—bam! There they are, your soulmate, in the flesh, screen-printed as if directly from your subconscious.

    Reading Solace House is like remembering some such long-forgotten dream, or your ethereal fae soulmate. It’s like finding a puzzle box that encloses a rare glittering gem, a story that hides secrets within. With shimmering prose and encoded messages, the novel is as enchanting as the Eden promised by the lines of poetry that adorn each chapter, as enthralling and strange as an obscure Queen song or a kaleidoscopic painting. Read on for the cosmic fairy horror of your darkest fantasies—or nightmares.