Much of the promotion surrounding this book touts it as a haunted house story, a work of horror. However, it readily became apparent that it is nothing of the sort – it’s an unrelenting companion piece to The Bone Clocks. In fact, if you haven’t yet read The Bone Clocks, I wholeheartedly recommend you read Slade House first. It serves as an excellent introduction to that book’s general plot and tone.
Like The Bone Clocks, Slade House is fairly direct storytelling from David Mitchell. Yes, he bends genre brilliantly to suit the story’s needs, and his ideas are inventive as well as captivating, but the writing isn’t necessarily difficult to read. In fact, I rather like the fact that Mitchell is streamlining his style a bit. Make no mistake, though, this is still an extremely creative artist who forges worlds masterfully.
Though a quick read, Slade House forces us to dive deeply into the lives of doomed characters, characters connected from one decade to the next, characters with no hope against the monsters hunting them. But, as you well know, monsters always have hunters of their own, and I believe the reader will be satisfied by this tale’s conclusion.