I must admit that I hadn't read fantasy in a very long time, and when fellow book blogger Andrea sent me Gene Wolfe's novel about an ex-con who inherits an abandoned house and encounters all sorts and kinds of...ummm.... creatures, well, I wasn't about to pass that up!
And I must say, The Sorcerer's House does a very good job of offering up werewolves, face-foxes, and other creatures from "faerie" without so much as a how-dee-do, inviting the reader to plunge headlong into the story that is a world unto itself.
Yeah. But what makes this novel especially interesting is that it is of the epistolary persuasion: letters, letters, letters from end to end. It takes skill to tell a story only through letters, something that was done more frequently when the Novel came into its own in the 18th century. I'd love to make a connection here between form and content, but my brain is very tired, so maybe another time. Off to check my house for shape-shifting foxes bye.