#will maclean

[monsieurlux]

finished Solace House by Will Maclean

[pigeondyke]

Did it ever cross your mind that haunted houses aren't haunted unless there are people in them?

The Apparition Phase, Will Maclean

[folkhorrorrevival]

The Apparition Phase by Will Maclean: Book Review

The Apparition Phase by Will Maclean: Book Review

The ‘X’ in Generation X (those born roughly between the early 1960s and late 70s/ early 80s) must surely refer to the X certificate formerly bestowed upon horror movies or ‘X’ as in X Files in relating to spooky paranormal mysteries. The other title bestowed by writer and broadcaster Bob Fischer upon the folk born of these times – ‘The Haunted Generation’ would seemingly confirm this. Maclean’s…

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Will MacLean - Requiem construction

[terminusantequem]

Will Maclean (British, b. 1941), Oiled Birds, Kingskettle, late 20th c. Acrylic on canvas, 19,3 x19,3 cm

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Will MacLean - The forefather's tale

[readingoals]

Solace House was so for me.

I knew I was going to like this book from the first chapter. The writing, the characters, the kinda uneasy vibes, amazing. And then things started to get a little weird with a disorienting house and some explorations of grief and obsession and I was so into it. And then there was a reference to a Queen song from my favourite of their albums (and the painting it's inspired by). And I knew this would be a 5 star read.

It felt like Will Maclean was in my brain when he wrote this. It is so unbelievably for me. I loved the way the dynamics between characters shifted and the unsettling atmosphere throughout. The 500 pages flew by because I could not stop reading. I finished it and was so tempted to immediately restart it.

Favourite book of the year, hands down. I will definitely be picking up more from this author too.

[sandovers]

I thought of Abi again, and then, intensely sweet and painful, the full glory of our joint efforts to transform this crushing everyday into something magical, to find goblins in the park and clay pipes in the garden, ghosts in the attic and witchery behind the lace curtains of withdrawn neighbours. The alchemy of our imaginations. I had been so adrift without it. The privets were choked with litter; the only incantations written on the concrete walls were the names of football teams and bands and doomed couples. I could not hold back the banality of this world on my own.

Will Maclean, The Apparition Phase