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This crisis of love and personal relationship plays out against the borderline of faerie; what Dunsany referred to as “beyond the fields we know”. Runhill Court straddles this borderline. Early on in the novel, Isabel, in an attempt to understand her odd experience and memory loss, seeks more information about Runhill's history. She discovers that according to legend, in the 6th century a man named Ulf dared to build a home on Troll cursed land. It came to pass that he and part of the tower how his abode were taken away. The haunted room was once called Ulf's Tower/Goblins' Tower. For some, access to the lost rooms and what awaits within and beyond is very real. And so, the danger for the central characters is to become lost in the land of faerie, either psychological or in a metaphysical manner.

While there is definitely an element of supernatural horror that suggests an M. R. James dénouement, Lindsay is intent on writing a metaphysical fantasy that is an exploration of love, passion, and the self-exploration of inner truth, that veers to the metaphorical/allegorical narrative style of . As a consequence, I found some of the building tension, and supernatural horror was undercut by Lindsay's desire to suggest that Isbel's psychological-spiritual journey was one of personal growth, that was demanding, but not without hope.

Overall, The Haunted Woman is a fascinating novel that challenged the writer, and challenges the reader both in its mixed genre style and the questions it raises. I hope others have found my reader's response of value.

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"So he put his hand into the well-known nook under the pillow: only, it did not get so far. What he touched was, according to his account, a mouth, with teeth, and with hair about it, and, he declares, not the mouth of a human being." - from Casting the Runes

"I tell you, he had a very nasty bald head. It looked to me dry, and it looked dusty, and the streaks of hair across it were much less like hair than cobwebs." - from The Tractate Middoth

(Still from The Tractate Middoth, 1966, BBC series Mystery and Imagination).

"... with such a dreadful look on his face that I really thought he must be ill or even dead. I rushed at him and shook him, and told him to wake up; and wake up he did, with a scream." - from The Rose Garden

"... he was beastly thin: and he looked as if he was wet all over: and," he said, looking round and whispering as if he hardly liked to hear himself, "I'm not at all sure that he was alive." - from A School Story

(Photo of Montague Rhodes James)

"It hung for an instant on the edge of the hole, then slipped forward on to my chest, and put its arms round my neck." - from The Treasure of Abbott Thomas

Still from BBC 1974 production of the same name.

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"What he saw made him very nearly drop the candle on the floor, and he declares now that if he had been left in the dark at that moment he would have had a fit." - from The Mezzotint.

(Illustration by Clive Upton)

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"Whilst the girl stood still, half smiling, with her hands clasped over her heart, the boy, a thin shape, with black hair and ragged clothing, raised his arms in the air with an appearance of menace and of unappeasable hunger and longing." - Lost Hearts

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“Once,” Dennistoun said to me, “I could have sworn I heard a thin metallic voice laughing high up in the tower. I darted an inquiring glance at my sacristan. He was white to the lips. ‘It is he—that is—it is no one; the door is locked,’ was all he said, and we looked at each other for a full minute.” - M.R, James, Canon Alberic's Scrapbook

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I’ve followed this woodcut vibe by hitting the woods, hills and Mesolithic flint quarries of the Chilterns to see if I can get some folk-horror frissons. The third photograph is from Monks Risborough - the top of a hill on which a bronze-age barrow contains a distinguished tomb. On the side of the hill I am looking over is the gigantic, carved chalk shape, perhaps 200 feet high and visible from miles around - of an inverted cross. It is thought to be more recent - 18th century villagers having carved it to cover some earlier design. What was so shocking that it had to be obliterated by an upside-down cruxifix shape? The wind whistles and kestrels hover in place. Then, on the way back, I met this lil’ tree defying the gloom by going out in a blaze of glory, and I am 100% here for its 900-foot attitude.